Love Hurts but Heals

Chapter 2

Carl's POV

When I gain my consciousness, I find myself in a steel room with nice furnishing. I sit up from my bed and look around the room. A dresser with a mirror is to my left with a pile of clothes on it.

I put the clothes on and notice that a small piece of torn notebook paper was lying underneath. It says:

Come down as soon as you can. We need to talk and start training. Like I said, so far, I don't think you'll be a threat to anyone out there. Come unarmed. We have plenty of weapons for you to play with.

-F

My mouth turns to a straight line and twists as I shove the note in my pocket. I sit back down and take a deep inhale and exhale. I can't stop thinking of what has happened to everyone since Nicole has died. We've gone crazy, turned on each other, depression has settled in. The one who was the craziest out of all of us kept us all sane-Nicole kept us sane...

I drag my hands down my face at this thought. I need to get out of here; I need to train.

I walk outside and hold the small knife in my pocket. No matter what Finnick says, I will never trust him or any of his friends, especially since they're here to kill me...

Ashton turns down and runs his shoulder into mine.

"Watch where you're going," he snarls.

I tighten my grasp on my knife, and I exhale through my nose.

"I'm sorry. My bad," I reply.

"You better be sorry," and he walks off.

I scowl at him as he turns another corner.

Way to play it cool, Carl.

"Ashton!" I shout back.

He appears again. "Yeah?"

"Where is the training center?"

"Let me show you." He smirks as he comes closer to me.

I swallow and grasp my knife more firmly. He takes my hands out of my pockets and holds them.

"Hey, let go of me."

His grip loosens but doesn't go away.

"Let go!" I wiggle free.

He smiles wickedly. "What's the problem."

I rub my wrists. "Nothing; I'm fine."

He places his hand on the top-center of my back, to where it makes me shiver a little. He sways his hair to the left, like he always does to keep it in place.

When we arrive, he pushes me in the door, almost causing me to trip.

"Get over the clumsiness. That could get you killed," he replied.

I give him a confused look.

"Did you just try to help me?"

He waves his hand in dismissal. "Go before I make you."

I nod and walk away, not dare to turn back.

He just tried to help me...

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Jordyn's POV

I throw my duffle bag to the nearest tree. The strap gets caught on a tough branch. From where I barely have a baby stomach, I don't have much trouble climbing out of the window.

I sit on the window sill and push myself off, but I still hold myself up with my arms. The next window sill is a few feet under me so I can't touch, but I take my chances. I inhale through my nose and exhale through my mouth, close my eyes, and release my hands from the window.

I land safely and stand there for a few seconds, but shortly after, the sill collapses.

I feel wind nice, cold wind againist my face, but I open my eyes and realize that I'm falling from a two story building. Reality just punched me in the face.

I am shortly jerked up, causing severe pain to go throw my forearm. I turn to my left and find that my bag caught me, and that's the only support I have to keep from becoming a splatter of blood.

Then, I hear a window creak open.

"Everything okay out here?" asks Phillip looking up.

I laugh wickedly. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Oh," he smiles awkwardly. "It's just you."

"Sit there and look at me while I'm sitting here dangling from a bag! Don't try to help me!" I smile.

"Nah. I'd rather and see you struggle. It's pretty funny, but I expected you to beg for help, not laugh." He smiles.

"Oh. Thanks," I reply sarcastically as I roll my eyes. "What if I told you I'm pregnant."

"I'll be right down."

He walks down to the ground level and holds his arms out. "I'll catch you."

"I really don't trust you..."

"Haha, very funny. Come on."

"I'm being serious."

"You told ms to come down here; here I am, so come on." He bends his fingers.

"Can I trust you?"

"That's your decision." He smirks.

I hesitate but eventually swing myself to up to where I can grab the branch. I throw my bag down, and he puts it to the side. I close my eyes and release the branch. The wind feels good on my body until he catches me.

"You okay?" He says looking into my eyes with a kind smile. I didn't know he had a kind smile.

"Yeah. I'm good."

He holds me bridal-style, then puts me back down.

Ashton pops out of the door. He's really creepy. "You ready to start training?"

"Yeah," we reply in synchronization, which causes us to both chuckle a little. We walk in with a big smile on both of our faces.