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Part XIV

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Jack's POV

They actually came.

After what felt like weeks tied to that butt-numbing metal chair, they managed to get us out.

The first sliver of hope I lost was when Hughes was rushed to her office one day. She and most of the guards had to attend a meeting of some sort. She had left only one guard at my door. He stood idly in the corner a few inches away from the metal door.

I mustered up all of the strength I could to wriggle and squirm out of my restraints. I had to find my way out of here somehow, so I always had my ears open the second the door opened.

Wriggling around did nothing but tip the chair over making my limp body crash to the ground. The guard had strolled over to me and lift the chair back up with me in it.

"Looks like we got a fighter." His smug voice broke the unbearable silence.

He reached down to his walkie-talkie. "Briggs. We gotta fighter. I say we give him a lesson, eh?" The chatter on the other side of the line is too soft for me to hear.

But for my sake, I knew it wasn't good.

Seconds later a bigger burly man walked through the door.

"Heya pipsqueak, seems like you are being extra frisky today. Mind if I do something about that? See, my friend tells me you got a girl. Why don't we give you a little makeover to get ya all pretty for her to see?" He stalked closer.

My shouts were muffled by the tape on my mouth.

"Huh? What's that pipsqueak?" The bulky man said ripping off the tape.

"Go to hell... both of you. While you are on your way— tell Hughes she's invited too." I threatened with my raspy voice.

"Ahh, that's no way to speak to someone who clearly has the upper hand." The guard said walking behind me. He held my shoulders down as I struggled against his hold on me.

I didn't have anymore time to fight as a fist connects with my nose. My head whips back from the force and an evident crack is heard. I had no more tears left to cry from my previous beatings so a single tear cascades down my bloody face dropping down to my bruised knuckles.

A blow to my stomach knocked the wind out of me and made the metal chair skid a few inches back.

"Nighty night pipsqueak." The bulky man cooed before knocking me out with a punch to the temple.

Beating like this occurred almost everyday. At points it was hard to breath normally or move at all.

Then like an angel, the metal door began to glow and was busted open. Then I saw Teddy through my swollen eyelids.

She called my name out, I heard her. But my neck had been so sore, it took a minute for me to lift my head that felt like a 50 pound weight.

"T-Ted. I k-knew you would come." I spoke with a broken voice.

Now I look at all of my friends together and safe. I had almost forgot how an amazing family like this was looking for me and Corbyn when I was beaten and bruised. I lost hope. How could I have had a single doubt about being saved?

I wonder how Teddy felt? I feel like we are super close... I mean I hope she thinks about me the same way I do for her?

I notice she is talking quietly to Corbyn. They are sitting comforting each other and whispering.