Secrets of the Past

Chapter 17

Carissa POV

Cameron let out a cry of anguish as he slammed his shoulder into (for the hundredth time) the metal bars of their prison.

After the whole fiasco with Gethen finding out that they were escaping, he bound them up and placed them in one of their dark, dank, dreary cells.

Before Cameron could barge his shoulder into the cell bars again, Carissa blocked him, "Cameron it's no use."

Cameron slumped as Carissa noticed the blood slowly seeping out of his tunic, "Cameron, your bleeding! Sit down and I'll do what I can..."

Cameron gingerly sat down on the cold floor while Carissa ripped a piece of fabric from her navy blue tunic. She gently wrapped the wound so it could stop some blood flow.

Cameron winced from the pain.

"Sorry, I-"

"You have nothing to be sorry for, this is all my fault, this was my plan and I'm...sorry Carissa..." Using his other hand, he raked through his hair. He looked utterly distressed and hopeless. His eyes droopy and full of sadness. Carissa stopped his arm from going to his hair, "Cameron, you cannot blame yourself, we tried our best and sometimes plans don't always work. Trust me, I know."

She twined their fingers together, "And that just means we have to try again." After a period of silence, Carissa let go of his hand and cleared her throat, "Well, let me finish dressing that wound."

Cameron nodded and Carissa carefully finished wrapping and tucked the loose end into the now wrapped cut.

A door abruptly opened from a distance and the loud footsteps followed from the doors closing. Soon, a blonde-haired male with sky blue eyes emerged from the darkness.

"Hello son and Carissa." Gethen smirked, "We would like to get to know you better, Carissa," As he said this, he yanked a key from his tunic's pocket. He didn't bother putting on his cloak before he went to pick up Carissa. The door rattled as he shoved the key into its hole and twisted it to the right. The door creaked on it's hinges as it was opened.

"I hope you don't mind Carissa?" Gethen indicated his arm to the exit.

Carissa stood, her shoulders straight and her posture like a statue, "Not at all." She said bitterly.

When Gethen slammed the jail door shut, Cameron lunged toward the door and grabbed the bars with his two fists, shaking the room with his anger, "You'll regret it if I find even one scratch on her when she comes back." He snarled.

"No promises." Gethen hissed, as he yanked Carissa's arm toward the exit.

"You will!" Cameron shouted for one more desperate attempt to ensure the protection of Carissa as the door slammed shut on him.

Gethen snorted as he led Carissa to a pair of black, metal, double doors. Most likely, Carrisa assumed, this was the entrance to his office.

"After you." Gethen smirked as he held one of the doors open for her. Carissa didn't say thank you as she entered the room. The room had a medium,long, wooden desk along the right wall with a huge cushioned seat behind it and a small wooden chair in front of it for "guests".

"Typical." Carissa snorted.

The table was wiped clean and the rock walls of the cave were smoothed out so much that not a single rock stuck out and the floor was covered in the detailed foot print of, most likely, Gethen.

"Take a seat, Carissa." Gethen motioned for her to sit down.

Carissa reluctantly sat down in the uncomfortable-looking wooden chair while Gethen did the same except in his cushioned seat.