Flee Omega Flee (Book #2)

(18) Flee Omega Flee

Chapter 18.

                I couldn’t get out of the car, so Oliver kindly helped me get out of it. When I tried to stand, something tugged in my stomach and I cringed at the pain that ran up my body. Looking around the area, I noticed a lot of large homes spaced out in great distances. Some people were walking, and walking really quickly with their hair flowing through the wind.

                The pain seemed to increase when I tried to stand up right, and Oliver noticed. Letting out a sigh, he picked me up, his dirt colored hair flopping in his face. One arm was underneath my knees, and the other was on my back keeping me secure. The pain went away eventually, and he walked as slowly as he could.

                I knew he didn’t want to hurt me, because he was moving slowly past any tree that was close to touching me. It made me feel safe, and it was probably the first time I have had. After quickly moving his hand to open the door, he guided me inside the large house. Everything looked so beautiful.

                There were plants everywhere, and a strange kind of dirt was on the wall. Oliver quickly told me it was paint and the color was sand. The floor on the ground looked like rocks, and had a slight bumpy look to it. Something was stopping me from wiggling out of Oliver’s arms and touching the ground. I knew immediately that the barrier from moving, was the pain I was feeling. My stomach was beginning to throb the as I wiggled around in his arms.

                “Stop moving,” Oliver commanded, giving me a small glare. “I don’t want you ripping your stitches off, it was hard enough the first time putting you back together.”

                I stopped immediately, afraid Oliver could turn the tables and hurt me. He was being too caring for this to be real, he must be getting something out of this. Lil told me I was meant to be in the prison, and no one would ever break me out. However, here I was, saved by three people who seemed to only break me out. Why am I so important?

                “Ollie are you finally back?” An unfamiliar voice called from above the ceiling, and I could hear the pounding of footsteps as the person walked.

                Oliver gently and carefully put me on the sofa beside him, and pulled up as many pillows as he could so I could sit up. My stiches disagreed with the movement, but I could feel them still intact. He gave me a reassuring smile, and turned to the left as the footsteps stopped not that far from me. I looked up, but averted them away as fast as I could.

                “Why are you naked?” I asked, and I felt my face heat up.

                “Dude put some clothes on!” Oliver cried and I watched him as he covered his hands over his grey eyes.

                “I’m not naked.” The voice said, his tone almost accusing. “I have a towel on.”

                “You couldn’t at least look decent?” Oliver cried moving his hand away and placing his hands on his slim hips. “We have a female here.”

                I turned back to the two people in the room, and examine the new man. His hair was black, a color I knew all too well. Above the white towel was a tan color, a lot lighter than Lil’s complexion. Something radiated off his body, something strong that made me shift uncomfortable under his gaze. When I looked directly into it, all I stared back into was a pair of brown eyes.

                “What’s she doing here? Get this human out of my house.” He insisted before turning his back on me and going on the stairs.