Separation

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*AUTHORS NOTE*

Hi friends!! I'm so sorry that I basically disappeared. My anxiety was really bad, and I just didn't have any inspiration to write.

But again, my husband pushed me to keep writing because he knows it makes me happy and once I started writing I couldn't stop. So he will never read this, but I just have to say thank you to him, I love him with my whole heart. (:

But anyway, enjoy this chapter!! I know that you won't, but please give me in line comments, even if they are just saying that you hate me.

Let me know which lines just like absolutely broke your heart. I need to know your thoughts or else I cannot continue to function.

Your comments mean the world to me and fuel me.

Anyway, here is the chapter (:

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Day 10

I was free for just a moment.

I kicked and thrashed as they dragged me back to the house. I screamed and cried as they dragged me to the hidden door and down the winding staircase, purposefully bumping me into the railings as we descended. I flailed my arms and legs as they dragged me down the hallway and stopped at a cell that was a few cells down from Ryker's. They threw me inside and I collapsed on the floor.

I could already feel the bruises forming but I wouldn't show them that they hurt me; they don't get to see the power they have over me.

I stared them down as they closed the door behind me, and I spit on the floor, my gaze never wavering from theirs. My knees were wobbling and I hoped they couldn't see as I continued to stand my ground. They turned their heads and I did a little victory dance in my head at having won this battle, but my dance was stopped as Theo stepped into view.

His hands were clasped behind his back and he started pacing in front of my cell, his men stepping back to give him room to pace. I followed their movement, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a glimpse of Ryker in his cell. But the way that we were angled, I don't think he could see me. But maybe he can hear me?

"Holly...I really hoped it wouldn't have come to this. Maybe I was too trusting, is that it?" He stopped pacing to look into my eyes. Did he seriously want me to answer?

Once he saw I wasn't going to answer, he started pacing again. With his hands clasped behind his back, he rubbed his wrist, as if trying to soothe himself.

"I thought that I gave you everything you needed. I gave you your own space, filled with things to make it look like your old room so it wasn't too much of a change. I gave you your own wardrobe, and all of your favorite products, and your anxiety medicine, and I even let you walk the grounds by yourself! I gave you everything, yet it wasn't enough. What more do you want from me?!" His voice had raised by the end of his rambling, his chest rising and falling as his anger swelled. His pacing had stopped again, and he was glaring at me.

"What more do I want from you?" I asked, my voice hoarse. I cleared my throat. "I want to be free from here."

"Then just promise to be my good girl, and I'll get you out of there right now."

"You misunderstood me. I want to be free from anything that has to do with you. I don't want to be your good girl, or your Holly, or whatever fucking nickname you come up with. I'd rather die than be your anything," I seethed, unable to control my rage. It had been bubbling under the surface for the past ten days, and I couldn't hold it any longer.