Mated To A Convict (Book Two)

Chapter 15: Scars, Dreams, And Memories

(Author's Note: Soo, I was gonna update last night, but, I was halfway through this chapter when the tornado sirens went off in my town. So I ended up sitting in a closet for a few hours with my dog and his breath. Anyway, hopefully there are no interruptions this time :) Enjoy) -*Bri

Chapter 15: Scars, Dreams, And Memories

Taylor's POV:

I sit Indian style on a lumpy bed of the hotel room as Soren types on his laptop. The TV is on, but it's muted so we sit in complete silence.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Texas." He reply's, not looking up.

"Why? Who were those guys anyway? They seemed to know me." I ask, wondering how they knew my full name.

"Their old friends of mine," He stands and shuts his laptop, walking over to me, "I'm going to go get us something to eat, stay here." He pecks my lips and gets his keys, shutting the door behind him.

I let out a sigh at the unhelpful answer and lay back on the white colored bed. I bend my arms over my head and wince slightly when a bolt of light pain goes through my right shoulder.

I sit up and turn my head down, looking at my shoulder. Right where the bone connects with the shoulder is a scar about two inches long and one centimeter wide.

I bend my shoulder in an odd direction again and the pain repeats as I feel a small shift. I have no idea how that even got there. From the looks of it, it's a pretty old injury.

I blow it off and head to the bathroom for a shower.

When I'm finished, I groan in irritation realizing I have to wear the same clothes because there all we had when we left.

When I grab my shirt, ready to put it on, I notice something in the large mirror. I stop and pull it back off my head. I study my torso, right above my stomach on the right.

A similar, but slightly larger, scar rests there as well. I study it, wondering what I did to cause these. There are stitch scars on it as well. My mind wanders as I slip my shirt on and head back to my room.

Suddenly losing my appetite, I decide to head to bed. I expect a dark, dreamless sleep. But I was so wrong.

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I open my eyes and look around. I'm sitting in an office chair, my feet propped up on a desk with my arms crossed over my chest. I was asleep.

I sit upright and pull my black button up shirt over my shoulder, no scar. I pull it out from being tucked in and still, no scar on my torso.

I tuck it back in and lean back. Wait, since when do I tuck my shirts in? I look around and notice I'm in the jail ward of a police station. I look down at my uniform and see Officer Fox stitched into the shoulder of my shirt.

I look around and stand up, about six prisoners in the jail await to be moved. It's night time, I'm on night guard. I look at the calendar. May, 6, 2011. Huh?

Going around the corner, I see a man in the lunch room. It's the same man that called me Foxy last night. His shirt sais Lincon. He's fixing a Keurig coffee.

I hear a noise come from the cells and walk back. I round the corner in the jail ward and get hit in the back of the head with something metal. Hard.

I fall and quickly turn on my back. The escaped prisoner wrestles me and gets ahold of my gun, shooting me in the shoulder.

I yell for Lincon and the prisoner goes down with a shot to the knee.