Taken- a Selection FanFiction

BONUS CHAPTER

Nathan's Point of View

I stood beside Elisa as I watched her get her thirty blows. I kept screaming for nobody to help her, but nobody did. I cried shamelessly as she was beaten, cruelly and sickly. Like her sister was.

I begged and pleaded for me to take some of her whips, but they never listened. Finally, it ended and they moved on to me. I could take it though; I had before. My scars, however, were healed and faded from when my father used to whip me.

I would never tell anyone about that, though.

They put it into my back six times, which was a measly comparison to Elisa's thirty. When mine were over, I rushed to her and people undid our ropes. I carried her around, frantic that nobody would help us.

We were sixes now, or at least, she was. I still held my title as a one because I was Royal blood. I didn't care about anything in that nature, though. The on,y thing that mattered was helping Elisa.

Her blood fell onto my arm, and I used the shirt they had taken from me to wrap her in it. Nurses came and took her away, and I screamed after them as she was taken away from me.

"Where are you taking her?" I screamed, my loud voice echoing in the palace hallways. I started running, but a delicate hand held me back.

It was the Queen. My aunt, whatever. She looked at me with pain in her eyes. "I need you to come with me," she said calmly.

"Don't tell me what to do after you just did that to her!" I bellowed, drawing my hand away.

"Do you want to find your mother or not?" She shrieked. I calmed myself and blinked at her. "Come with me."

I followed her as she weaved her way through palace hallways. She explained to me what was going to happen to Elisa, and I listened patiently and calmly. She stopped in front of a door and looked up at me. She looked like my mom, and it pained me to look at her. The tip of her crown barely met my nose.

"Your father is in there," she stated.

"Why is he here?" I fumed.

"He claims May might still be alive," she interjected. "Go talk to him. He requested you."

I did as she told me to and went into the room. My father was tied to a chair with wire and rope, so he couldn't move his hands or feet. He was helpless, and it slightly amused me to see him so vulnerable.

"Ah, my traitorous son. How could you do this to me?" He asked in his oily slick voice.

"You beat me and killed my mother," I said with narrow eyes.

"Ah, I wouldn't be so sure. Last I heard, she was in France having a grand old time."

"You had better not be lying to me!" I yelled, nearing his face with my eyes ablaze. He didn't even flinch.

"Why would I lie when there's a letter for proof?" He smirked as he looked towards the table.

On the letter was a white envelope. It was small, and I picked it up and examined it thoroughly. My name was written on the top with beautiful calligraphy. I was going to to pen it, but the seal was already broken.

I looked at the envelope inside to see my mother's familiar handwriting. I almost cried at the sight of it, and even the date it was written made me want to burst into tears. It was written a little over two years ago, so she was probably still alive.

"You kept this from me?" I gasped.

"Well, I couldn't have you chasing after her, could I? Besides, now you're free to go."

"I hope I'll never see you again," I growled.

"You probably won't. As hard as this way be for you to believe, I always wanted the best for you. I love you, my son."

"Whatever," I said with a shake of my head. I closed the door behind me, and I could see America waiting. "She's probably alive."

"Really?" She asked with hope in here eyes.

"Yes, in France. I'm going to find her," I said confidently. She nodded.

"Bring her home," she said softly.

"Where is Elisa?" I asked, she gave me directions to her new room, and I followed them diligently. I took a deep breath before opening the door.

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