Enver Williams is leading on a normal life but that is all ripped away from her when she is taken from her home town.
When Enver comes to realize that there are others like her in more ways than one, she is determined to free herself and her newfou...
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After waiting a good hour, Trinity still hasn't returned. I look at Cash, who shakes his head, but I ignore him. He doesn't know everything. He calls out after me but I slip into the white room.
I see Trinity with her hood pulled on, curled up in the left corner of the room. She doesn't spare me a glance as I walk towards her. I slowly sit down on the bed next to her.
My hands are shaky, I'm ridiculously nervous. I have to be careful with what I say.
"A-are you alright?" I instantly regret opening my mouth. She doesn't reply. I kick myself for ignoring Cash's advice. He's known her longer, he knows how she works. "I know I'm new... but I hope you know you can talk to me."
"Thank you," is all she says. Her voice is scratchy, it's obvious she's been crying.
"Of course. I'll be there for you," I say, and pull myself off the ground. Leaving the room to give her some space, it's clear she doesn't want my company right now.
Cash gives me an annoyed look when I get back into the rec room .
"What?" he shakes his head once again and lets out a laugh.
"You're so stubborn, you know that?"
"I may have heard that somewhere," I give him a cheeky smile.
"Ese idiota con patadas," Omar mutters as he walks past me and Cash.
"What was that about?" I question.
"Where the hell is Deck," he scans the room. Cash raises a brow at him, then at me.
I chuckle and walk away, deciding that I should find him to give him a warning about Omar and ask him why he's so upset.
I knock, with no answer, and slowly push the door to the bathroom open. I slip in and quietly shut the door.
"Deck? Deck are you in here?" I whisper, "I need to tell you something," silence follows.
"Tell him what?" A female voice slips out from behind the stall. The owner of the voice slowly steps out.
She arches her eyebrow, tucks a strand of her ebony hair behind her ear, and places her hand on her hip.
"Oh, sorry Jayla," I turn back around to the door.
"Enver, wait. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot, I shouldn't have judged you so quickly. I'm sorry."
"Oh...thank you," this is a side of her I'd never seen before, it's kind and warm and soft, "I'm sorry too. I should learn to control my temper,"
"Can I hug you?" She asks, reaching out her arms. I nod with a smile and walk over to her cautiously. Her embrace washes away all of my worries. "I'm glad we talked," she whispers.
"Me too," I reply and she turns to the door leading to the white room and I turn to the one to the rec room.
Inside, there's no sign of Decklin, I begin to worry about where he could be hiding, maybe Omar got to him.
