Day fourteen

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Fading in and out of sleep, my mind wandered aimlessly, thinking of reasons for our being here. This was the fourteenth day stuck in this room, and the seventh day since Dylan was thrown into the mix. We had been kidnapped exactly a week apart, down to the same hour if I remember correctly. This information seemed to have no correlation in revealing why we were both put in captivation, but at this point everything was important. Both of our kidnappings had felt so random, wrong place, wrong time situations. Neither could have been planned or calculated since they were both a result of unwarrented action. But at the same time, the people who put us here seem to know exactly who we are. Thinking about it all creates a knot in my stomach and a mix of anger and fear sweeps over my whole body.

"Helena," Dylan whispered, interrupting my thought, "Do you think they brought us here on purpose?"

It was almost as if he had read my mind.

"Honestly," I said as I turned towards him, "I have no idea."

"Its just, I've been thinking about it a lot and I'm sure you have been too, but I think we need to just shoot out ideas, there has to be some kind of connection," he said.

"Okay, you first," I said.

"I don't know if it has any relevance, but I have this journal," he said pulling the black, leather book out from under his pillow.

"It's from my mother. She left my father and me when I was seven without any explaination. A couple weeks before I got here, my father gave the book to me because I was 'ready' to know," Dylan said, using air quotes on the word ready.

"What does it say? If you're comfortable sharing," I asked.

"I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't ready to share," he said before taking a deep breath. "Basically, my mom was or maybe still is a member of some kind of elite secret society that focuses on silently destroying groups with hidden agendas-"

"Is it called the Salvators Association?" I blurted.

"Yeah, how did you know that?" He asked, clearly shocked.

"My father is a member," I said.

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