My head still aches from the hit, where am I?
My eyes open up to see a glimpse of blue light through the dark room which makes me see, a guy in the corner with light hair and pale skin with blue eyes
The light moves around from the the glass panel as almost it's light house light
I keep my hand on the head and walks towards the guy in the corner
"Atlas ? "
He looks at me in a moment of silence and terror
"Ryle? "
He grasps and climbs up the wall and stands in fear
" Where am I ryle "
He asks with fear in his voice but fear as in not in absence of courage but fear some thing will happen to his loved one
"Isn't that what I am suppose to ask "
"Ryle this is extreme of you to kidnapp me from lily "
"You think I have done this? I
n fact you were the one who kidnapp my daughter from its father me "
"It wasnt my idea it was her mother lilys, and I stand with her "
I grab his collars snd pushes him up the wall
He pushes me against the wall and the blue light falls on my face and his, to us.
The look in his eyes was changed there was no fear or courage but face of beaten up with wounds who is starving in pain
" What happened to your face, there is wounds all over "
" I am not sure, last thing I remember before ending up here is that, I was locking up my restaurant "
I rub my hands over his faces to look up the wounds
My eyes faints
He falls towards my shoulder I grab him with my hands and lays him on my lap and rubs his hair by my hand
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3hours?
Not sure how long it has been I felt asleep as welll
"Ryle"
"Atlas"
We are laying next to each other staring the celling and observing the light passing
I hold ryles hand
"Lilly is going to be Albright don't worry Atlas"
"It's not lilly I am worried about, how are you"
I face against him and looks him in his eyes , he does the same
His hands runs through my hand to the shoulder and to my hair pushing my hair back for my ear
"Oh atlas"
I push him towards me while my hand is on back of his head
Our noses reaches each other followed by our forheads
"We shouldn't do this "
"Or should we "
Our hands pushes our face against each and our lips touch the moist
Our shirt is getting ripped
Scrubs and pants getting torn
The heat reaches the hell
The sound reaches our ear
The sweat starts to drip along
He pushes me inside of him
While our lips are still sealed
"Lily"
"Lily"
She stares to us
