I woke up lying on a cold concrete floor. It took me a minute to remember. The attempt to escape, the fighting, the beating, Bryton, Bryton!
I jumped off the ground, running to Bryton. I tried my best to ignore the throbbing pain in my head.
"Bryton!" I hissed. No answer. "Bryton!" this time yelling it. He groaned, and his eyes shot open. Thank God he wasn't dead!
"Can you sit up?" I asked.
"Don't know," he groaned. He shuffled in the cot so he was on his back. Grunting, he pushed himself up. He looked like he was doing okay, but then he slumping forward, falling off the cot. Luckily, I grabbing him before he hit the rock solid ground.
"I'm gonna need you to stand," I whispered, unsure of how this would turn out. "This is going to hurt."
He put his arm around my shoulder and I heaved him up. He swayed at first, but finally found his balance. We walked around the room a couple of times before I let him walk on his own. Surprisingly, he was fine. I could tell he was in pain, but nothing seemed broken or even badly sprained.
"How did you get zero bad injures when you got punched and kicked a zillion times, then I get hit about four times and end up with a broken finger and a fractured rib? What sorcery is this?" I grumbled playfully. He laughed but it turned into a groan.
"Nine," he whispered looking me in the eyes.
"Sorry, what?" I asked, confused.
"In total, you were hurt nine times because of me," he stated as that statement was perfectly normal.
I stared at him, my mouth slightly open. "How... Why..." The door shot open, causing me to jump.
"You two, up stairs, now." It was Randle.
I walked up the stairs dragging Bryton with me. He was having little trouble making it up the stair by himself. When we reached the top of the stairs, I noticed Blondie on the couch, smirking at me. It took a second for it to register that he was holding my iPod.
"What are you doing?" I growled, lunging toward him. He just laughed.
"I'm wiping it so I can sell it. Is there a problem?" I knew there was only on way to answer that question correctly.
"No," I hissed. "Why are we upstairs?"
"I thought you might want something to eat," Randle said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Then you two can finish cleaning this place."
"And life continues..." I muttered to myself as I walked into the kitchen.
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Kindness
Mystery / ThrillerWhen Ava is kidnapped by a group of men who used her to get away from the cops, she is faced with a dilemma. She has always grown up wanting nothing but to be kind to everyone around her, especially the ones that are mean to her or hurt her. But can...
