Restoring Hope

11. the hard way❤️‍🩹

Kaliyah P.O.V

I wake up and pain immediately shoots through my body.

I try to sit up but realize that I'm already upright. In a chair. I try to get up but fail, meaning that the losers tied me down. The room is poorly lit by a single light hanging from the ceiling. The smell of the room makes me wanna gag.

I go to scream but halt when I hear talking outside the door. I hold my breath in order to hear better, which also slows my racing heart. I figure out one familiar voice and one not so familiar.

"I made a promise. Enemy or not, we do not harm kids over here." The familiar voice says. Power. I listen intensely until I hear something that makes my heart accelerate once again.

"Just unplug the kid. We already got the girls, we don't need the child. She's basically already dead anyways."

Hope. Her safety floods my mind like a tidal wave. I swear they better not go anywhere near that plug. What the fuck is wrong with that guy?!

I forget all about my pain and start pulling my arms, trying to get out the rope. My wrist starts to burn and bleed as I vigorously thrash and pull my arms while screaming at the top of my lungs.

Why can I never seem to keep her safe? She deserves better than me, I'm a horrible big sister.

I hear a gunshot outside the door that causes me to go completely still. The only sound being my heavy breathing.

I hear latches being unlocked on the door before it is pushed open to reveal Power.

He stands at the entryway of the door for about ten seconds, like a fucking weirdo, before walking all the way in and shutting the door. The room goes pitch black as he cuts off the useless light, and then flicks on more lights that light up the whole room.

I squint my eyes as they try to adjust to the change from dim to bright.

After they adjust I look up to find Power already standing in front of me, staring me dead in the face. Damn, can I have my face back please? I know I'm sexy but gosh.

"Where's my sister?" I ask, glaring up at him. He doesn't respond, instead leaning on the table behind him, and stuffing his hands into the pocket of his pants. When did that table get there? I look at it and see an array of different tools. I take in a deep breath before looking back at him.

I quickly take in his appearance. A fitted white dress shirt with a suit jacket on and black slacks. His black curly hair set free while being tamed at the same time. My eyes slowly trail back up, lingering on his neck tattoos, until my eyes finally meet his again.

He raises an eyebrow with a smirk on his face and I snap out of my trance. I lick my lips and a glare takes over my expression once again.

"I know you hea-" I pause my talking when I hear shuffling beside me.

I look over to find Jasmine hanging from the ceiling by chains. I look below her to see a shit load of blood under her body. Bruises and cuts mark her arms, her shirt is cut open, and her head hangs low.

"Your friend here has a smart mouth on her. But we fixed that right on up, didn't we Jasmine?" Power says while taking his jacket off and neatly folding it