.URBAN. {1 book}

.CHAPTER ELEVEN.

::Jackie::

Begin in the dark and cold weather outside of Oakland's land prison, is fearsome. I have been striving trying to get away from here, but the attempts seem pointless.

The white cool snow and hunger striking winds cut at my skin like a knife to poultry. The smell of wetlands filled the air. It was nothing I had ever experienced before. Especially, without training on this type of weather.

Hunger was screaming at my stomach, while the wish for warmth damaged my mind. I could say that I can see the light on the other side of the mountain, but it would be a lie.

The fact of the matter was that I was just as much bound as the girl whom I met who was Shaykh. She was like a good friend of mine. She helped me escape from that place, but she would not come with me.

Up against the tree I hugged my thin figure and blew out short breaths. I had been walking all night, but it was hard to get around during the day. My hopes of making it out seem slim and the way things are headed I have gave up hope. I have made progress in the night, but the closer I get to succeeding the worse my luck gets.

Technically, I'm supposed to be deadbeat but face it I not that hopeless.

I managed to find shelter and food, but things don't always go the way you plan it. I'm feeling as though it is a hunch that I am getting closer to getting out of this winter wonderland. I just hope I don't get any frostbite or pneumonia.

I stood to my feet and ambled down the mountain through the large trees. I clutched my stomach and hunched over trying to get further down the large hill, before I fell to the ground. I sighed and let out short sighs.

"You need help?" I looked over at a familiar face. Her long dark hair, that helded white pellets of snow. She had on a large fur coat and her hand clutched a thick blanket. "I would of thought you would have gotten out of here by now, but I see you haven't." She said wrapping me in the blanket and helped me to my feet. I smiled thanking her.

"Come with me."

"Okay, but where are we going?" I said. She shushed me and I quieted down.

"Where are we going?" I asked again, this time quiter.

"You'll find out; just, come on." She said moving through the large branches quickly...

We walked to a huge cabin that sat at the bottom of the mountain.

The walnut brown wood stain the exterior of the cabin. The cabin stood high its structure looking as though it was carved to perfection. We walked on the paved cement that was slightly covered with light snow. The wind blew in causing my crave for warmth to extend to a need. I moved quicker making it to the door after Shaykh.

I walked in and the sweet smell of vanilla and cinnamon spice filled my nostrils. I sighed as the mild heat hugged my body. I never felt as grateful as I was, to be able to have someone who helps me as Shaykh is doing.

I moved behind Shaykh slowly trying to take in the kind feeling. Shaykh lead me to what seemed to be a kitchen and asked if I wanted any cocoa or hot tea. I replied with a preppy, yes.

She started fixing me tea.

"Um, don't mind my asking but how did you end up working for Oakland?" I asked watching her press the tea bag with a spoon, after taking it out of the microwave.

"He is- he...his my...dad." She stuttered. I tensed.

"But, how come he treats you like a servant." I asked.

She shook her head and shrugged. "I was made out of wedlock. He never loved me so it's just like i'm his worker and he's my boss. I never really felt bothered about the situation, but he- he doesn't care of my existence. I never was taken pride into at all. I never was looked at the way they looked at all my other brothers and sisters. I was an outcast." She sighed, slightly stumbling.

"I'm sorry I asked..." I said, "No you're fine, it's- it's fine." She said handing my tea, wiping her eyes.

"No I should have never said anything." I murmur.

She shook her head and looked down before walking away...

::Franklin::

All I can do is sit and think. Nothing is going right. I was told that my aunt has been killed and that her funeral was Tuesday, but unlikely I would be going. I wish to go but it's not promised.

Francis has been beating at her self about how she yelled and talked to Jackie, but it was only anger. I feel it for Francis and I know she is sorry.

I hate to see my twin upset; however, I have no control over this.

It has been beating at my skin about finding J.C and I know that she is fine.

Even though I know that Oakland killed Aunt Jackie, I have a feeling I will see my sister again...

::Tanzania::

When seeing my baby girl again I wanted to cry. Her reactions to my presence was upsetting. I hate the fact that I left her for this dirtbag of a 'husband'.

I married him just to get a new position on the board, but not because I love him. The children I had from him were forced. The baby I'm about to have was forced.

I know that leaving Jackie was the worst decision I could of ever made and the last three years have been hectic. I only blame my self and my selfish shenanigans for what I've put her through and what I put me through. I choose this and I can truly say I'm sorry.

Even though she is missing, I just feel she's okay.

"Tanzy!" I heard Xavier's voice boom.

Ugh, here it comes.

"Yes?" I asked as he peered into the threshold. "You ready to have MY baby?" He asked, cocky as ever.

I awkwardly smiled while nodding.

I don't even bother saying anything. "You seem unsure, because I know you are ready to have this baby!" He said, his words spewing out quickly as he began to pace.

"I said yes, Xavier, okay?" I said holding back the sass.

"What did you just say, because I know that wasn't sass." He stopped his words growing louder by the minute. I felt fear rush over my body like a rapid running river.

I looked at him before his death glare spread across his face and he began to charge my way. I held my arms up in defense, as he began to beat me.

Blow after blow after blow, felt as if they were growing harder and harder.

The more punches he threw the more I felt my body starting to shut down.

He stopped and when I thought he was through he wasn't. He yanked me up and throw me on the bed before he ripped through my clothes and raped me brutality.

When he finished I could only lay there and cry. I felt warmth rolling down my legs signifying that I was bleeding. I cried.

This is going to be another baby I lose.

When being with Xavier I have lost four children. I have lost them back to back to back and the only one that survived were the first three.

I can't take this. I'm not mentally prepared to deal with this and I don't have the best thing going right now. I shook my head and I felt my heart ache. I'm mentally ill and its hurting me so much for having to put up with this, even though I don't have to. I just am terrified that he will kill me or worse torture me to death...

::Grant::

I laid across the bed looking at the ceiling. My sister or half sister has showed up in Germany reeking all this havoc and she just got here. I just want to know how come I never heard of any of these children.

Grent, my brother was gone to look up on her, but I just stayed here. I'm not into all that technological advances, but they use me for mission considering I'm the athletic and flexible one.

I just want to go back to everything our family had before the thing with Jackie showing up and creating tension began.

Honestly, I'm not sure I want to be involved with all this finicky junk, but I'll want to be able to meet my 'half' sister.

The fact that I have a good idea of her personality, I want to confirm it and not assume.

Right now I need Grent to come on with the information...