The Defiant

The Mother

Ezra

I woke up in my room at the facility. 

They had cleaned up after we left, and I was a bit unnerved. 

Not long ago, I had been in here with others planning how to get out. Now, I was stuck in this damned place again, but this time I was alone. 

The only people I had seen were the two guards who blocked the entrance of the dorm, twenty-four-seven. The general hadn't even visited me. 

It was lonely as all hell, and it was all I could do to not let my thoughts wander... to Levi. 

I channeled the anguish I felt into anger. And that fueled me to do whatever I could to tear this place apart. Plus, it wasn't safe to be vulnerable here. I could mourn Levi as soon as I got out, or I would die here and join him. 

I bit my lip harshly as tears began to pool at the corner of my eyes. I turned my thoughts toward my scheming.

They had not replaced the tablets, and I was left unable to communicate with anyone. And to add to it all, the security of the whole place had increased tenfold. 

Every four hours, one of the guards would come in and check on me. 

I had been woken up many times during the night by those bastards making sure I hadn't escaped or started plotting something. 

Or course, I was plotting the death of the General, but there was barely anything I could do to make that happen. 

As if on cue, a knock echoed on the door. 

I glared at the wood. 

"Fuck off," I ground out to the guard. 

The door opened anyway, and my blood turned ice cold. 

"I should throttle you," I hissed, standing from the bed and backing up to grab one of the books I had set on my nightstand. My ankle throbbed, but it had already healed enough for me to get around since waking up. 

The General just smiled. 

"Perhaps. But I don't have time for that. Sit down."

I chucked the book at him as hard as I could, but he just caught it and threw it to the side. 

"Or... don't sit down," he said with a shrug. 

The nerve!

How the hell could he be so casual?! He used his bombs to kill my boyfriend, raped another, and sent a bunch of teenagers to die in a war none of them asked for!

"How could you!" I burst, throwing my hands in the air, wanting to strangle him. My eyes burned with tears again, but these were created from pure fury. I'd be damned if I showed my sadness to this fucker. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" 

He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. "I own you. Don't question my authority."

I ground my teeth. 

"You do not own me. You do not own Roan. You did not own Levi. You do not own any of us."

He closed his eyes and shook his head. 

"Oh Ezra, I do enjoy your feisty words, but there's just too much you don't understand. Also, you used past tense on Levi- why do you do that?"

I grabbed another book. "You know why you fucker! Don't mock him," I growled. Then I chucked the second book at him again. 

He ducked out of the way and looked at me, unimpressed. 

"Those books aren't going to do any harm, you know? And I don't know why... do you think he is dead for some reason?"