Dark roots

Chapter 22

ASHLEY POV:

The next day I woke up with a pounding head that felt like I've been hit by a truck. Even though it felt like I slept for two days straight, I still felt exhausted. My muscles feel a little sore after the events from earlier and when I think back about what happened my head is blank. Disoriented, I tried getting out of the bed and walked to the door. The last thing I can vaguely remember is meeting with Simon in the bathroom and Soap coming to tell me the general requested my presence.

I opened the door and walked into what looked like a living room, looking around I saw Soap fast asleep on the couch. Trying my best not to wake him, I got to the kitchen to make some coffee. I was lost in my own thoughts, trying to remember what happened at the event. Staring out of the window, I noticed it was still dark outside despite the bright moon that was lighting up the trees around the cabin.

Being so caught up in my own thoughts that I hadn't heard Soap wake up, scaring me back to reality when I noticed him standing next to me. He reached for the cup of coffee in my hands, while rolling my eyes at his audacity, I poured myself another cup.

I took a seat at the kitchen table while Soap tried to make breakfast but there wasn't much in the house except for some cans of food that people used to stock up during the war. I pushed myself too much, trying to remember what happened and to figure out where Simon was that I felt a headache starting to settle right behind my eyes. I was rubbing my temples with my fingers but it didn't stop me from worrying.

"How are you feeling?" Soap asked in an attempt to start small talk to keep my mind from going crazy.

"Like I slept for a few days." I took a big sip of the still hot coffee, feeling it burn my throat while wishing that the caffeine would help keep my eyes open. "Other then that I'm fine. Just can't remember much."

"Not days but you did sleep for about 32 hours straight." He started to laugh right after a yawn escaped my mouth.

We spent the entire day lazing around on the couch, talking and we even took a small walk outside. Right now we were settle on the couch underneath a blanket with a cup of tea, I've been trying to figure out where Simon was this entire time, he wouldn't just leave me alone like that so something must've happened. And those thoughts scared me, I needed more information.

"Alright Johnny tell me, what happened at the event? And where is Simon?" My knees were pressed against my chest, the hot cup of tea was warming up my body as I patiently waited for his answers.

"I don't know for sure." He said after a deep sigh left his lips, I saw the defeat in his eyes.

"What does that even mean. Why can't I remember much?" I was thinking out loud, letting him see my worries. It was getting dark again which only means it has been two days since the auction and there was still no sign of Simon, nor anyone else of the team.

"What do you remember?" He asked me, trying to puzzle out where to start.

"I can remember meeting the general, dancing with the creep and the auction. Then I went to the bathroom and met up with Simon but anything after that is all a blur." I didn't even try hiding the panic in my voice.

"I think you got drugged, the general's guard took me outside and almost killed me but Price managed to get to me in time," My eyes widened in shock after hearing that. "Then I ran back inside to look for you but Ghost was already on his way with you in his arms. You were in and out of conscience the entire time."

With a pained expression on my face I tried to remember but I still don't know what happened in that time Soap was gone. I had noticed that I wasn't in my dress anymore, in fact I was wearing Simon his sweater so does that mean someone at the auction undressed me or? "Did he-..."