Saving Grace

Chapter 7

I'm sorry!!!!!!! I've been so busy and I know I shouldn't make excuses, but I feel like I owe you all am apology.

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Paige's POV

If you've ever held a wet cloth over your mouth and tried to breath you would know that panicing feeling, like you're never going to be able to get enough air into your lungs, like you're dying. It's the same feeling you get when you wake up in an unfamiliar place and can't remeber how you got there. Or when your child is missing.

Two day's I've been here. It's a different room than last time, but no less depressing and terrifying. I haven't seen Grace at all. Eleanor and I are trapped in a small, windowless room with cinder block walls.

We haven't been allowed to see Nate or Grace, and we have no idea what they've done with Charlie. Because she works for the governemt they're probably questioning her, although what about I couldn't say.

I guess you could say that I'm coping better than Eleanor is, not that there's really a way to cope with this. We haven't talked much over the past two days, but there were a lot of tears. There's kind of a silent agreement between us that we're getting out of here.

Even if we wanted to talk, the room we're being held in is probably bugged. I would doubt that we're not being watched every second.

I trust Marie and her team with my life and I think that Eleanor is feeding her hope off of that. I got out of here once, and I plan on it happening again. Last time I got lucky, this time I would have to make my own luck. There was more at stake now than just my life.

As I sat there, contemplating ways to escape, the door crashed open. I didn't look up as I heard someone crash into a wall.

"We'll let you out when you're ready to cooperate!" a gruff voice shouted, slamming the door shut again.

I waited a few minutes before turning to the crumpled, whimpering figure next to me. A girl with jet black, curly hair was hunched over, crying. I reached out to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, but she recoiled.

By scanning what she was wearing I could tell that she was being put through the same treatment that I had been the last time I was here. She was wearing a thin robe, hardly big enough to cover herself, and was covered in bruises and scrapes.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I said softly. She didn't respond. "What's your name?"

She shifted her head so that she was looking up at me. Behind the hatred in her eyes she looked terrified. I heard Eleanor make her way over to us, but didn't break eye contact with the girl. Eleanor wrapped a small, ratty blanket around her shoulders and crouched down next to me.

"Maybe we can help you," she started.

"I've been here before, I know what you're going though. We're going to get out of here, all of us."

"Yeah right. No one even knows that I'm here. No one cares enough to come looking for me," she whispered, dissolving back into tears.

I pulled her into my arms, my mothering instincts kicking in. "I'm sure that that's not true."

"And we've got people coming for us, they won't leave you behind," Eleanor assured her.

The girl nodded slowly and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Kay," she said quietly.

"How long have you been here?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe a week? How long we're you here the first time?"

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Charlie's POV

"I don't know what you want from me!" I shouted at the men who sat in front of me.

I was in some sort of interrigation room, handcuffed to a chair at a small table. Two men sat across from me, asking me questions about secret government operations and field agents. I could answer none of them, obviiously.

"Of course you can," on of the men said calmly.

"No actually I can't," I spat. I was getting really fed up with this. "It's like I've been telling you for the past day and a half. I. Don't. Have. Clearance. You have the wrong person, I can't help you. My friends can't help you. They're kids can't help you. Let us all go, and we'll keep quite."

"We know that one of your friends can't help us, but your roommate is Shay Singler. Her parents are the whole reason you're all here."

"My roommate is Paige Freeman. I've told you that!" I threw my glance over to the mirror on the side of the room. I knew that people were watching on the other side of it, taking notes on every word out of my mouth and every move that I made. "Why are we here, who are you?" I asked.

The men sneered cruely at me. I knew that they wouldn't tell me anything, I had been prepaired for this. I dropped my gaze to my dirty, broken fingernails. I had been in the same room for days. my hair was unbrushed and greasy and I was suffering from severe sleep deprivation.

I wanted to go home, more than anything I wanted to curl up in my mothers arms and cry. I knew that I had to be strong, for Paige, for Eleanor, for the kids. I had to buy us as much time as I could.

Marie's POV

I led the boys into the lobby of the building and turned to them. "You have to go and finish your tour. Leave finding the girls and kids to us."

"No!" Louis and Liam shouted.

"She's right lads," Niall agreed. I smiled at him sadly. "We need to make it look like nothing's wrong and let the professionals find the girls."

If looks could kill, both Niall and I would have been goners. "I'm not even allowed to go, if that makes you feel any better," I told them. "They don't want anyone with emotional connections to the girls going. They're expecting the worst and if we're there it won't help."

The boys looked crushed but nodded dejectedly, each blinking back angry tears. 

"You have to call us when ever anything happens," Louis told me grabbing my hand as he followed the other boys out.

I put my other hand on top of his and squeezed to let him know that I would. I stood at the door and watched them leave before turning and heading back to the confrence room that served as my office while I was here to do the piles of paperwork I had.

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Not edited, at all. Again I'm realllllllllly sorry about the wait and if no one reads this, well I wouldn't be surprised.