The Fog

Chapter 23

I had lost track of time, all I know is he would come down a day torture me for long periods of time. I had cuts, bruises, and burns all over my body. I was so weak I couldn't lift my head up but I couldn't tell him anything about Michael. I had to keep Michael safe, no matter the cost, I would die if it meant Michael was safe. Over time I had lost hope of being rescued but some little.part of me still hoped that somehow someone would find me and save me but as I slowly got weaker I kept losing hope. I heard the door slam open I don't look up as I am too weak to and I know what is going to happen. The person rushes over to me and gently lifts my chin up. This confused me until I saw that Michael was in front of me, a wave of relief washed over me as he had come to same me but it quickly faded.

"Get...out...of here...now..." I say struggling to speak, he needed to leave that guy could be anywhere and he wants Michael.

"It's okay Ethan and some others are taking care of him." He cuts the rope tying me down to the chair and I fall into Michael's arm. He quickly picked me up and carried me out of the building I was in. I started to lose consciousness slowly as he carried me away, the last thing I saw was Michael's worried face.

I wake up in a bed but I realize I'm in Michael's room at the fortress. I look around and see that all my cuts and bandaged up and my wrists had some special wrap on them from the rope burn. I look to my side and see Michael sleeping in a chair next to me. I try to sit up but it hurts too much and I goal in pain. Michael immediately wakes up and jumps out of the chair.

"Your up!" He says as he rushes by my side and kisses my forehead.

"Yeah, how long have I been out?" I see Michael has a worried look on his face.

"Um you've been sleeping for two weeks now." I look at him surprised.

"And how long was I gone for?" I rub my arm and look away from Michael.

"You were there almost a month." I can hear the sadness in his voice and I look back at him, tears welling up in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-I...I never meant to hurt you like that, I never wanted to leave you." Tears start falling down my cheek and Michael quickly takes me hands in his.

"Hey, hey, hey. What happened is not your fault, ok? That Asshole is the one to blame. Trenton is the one to blame, he's the one who took you, he's the one who hurt you. It wasn't your fault princess. Please don't blame yourself." He wipes some of my tears away with his thumb.

"All that time, and I never even knew his name." I laugh a little but I'm still crying. Michael climbs in bed next to me and cuddles me as I cry into his chest. He wraps his arms tighter around my back and kisses my head.

"He's never gonna hurt you again, I promise you that." I cry myself to sleep. I hated how I hurt him by leaving, how I scared him by thinking I might have been dead, how I left him all alone. I was scared what was going to happen next, I was scared of the future, I was scared more people who were Davis's allies will come for us. What I went through was a complete nightmare and I never wanted to go through something like that again. I woke up to see I was alone in bed, I quickly got up and started panicking. I limped around in severe pain but I had to find Michael, I had to make sure he was okay. I'm frantically looking around his room, calling for him when he runs out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I see him and immediately cry from relief, I fall to my knees and he catches me. I sob into his arms and he hugs me tightly.

"I was scared, I didn't know where you where." I say between sobs.

"I'm sorry I thought I would take a quick shower I didn't mean to scare you." He has a worried expression on his face and he holds me tighter. "Here let me get dressed and I'll carry you to the kitchen so we can get some food, you can get whatever you like." I pull away and nod, wiping my tears away. He carefully picks me up and gently sets me down on the bed as he gets dressed. He then gave me a piggyback ride to the kitchen and luckily we didn't see anyone. I wasn't ready to see more people, I was already having a hard enough time adjusting.