Easton
I tighten the arm that's around Angelo. He had taken a pretty brutal beating, worse than usual. Brandon and I had been chained to the wall, so there was nothing we could do but watch in horror.
Milo was still separated from the rest of us.
Something about him had stood out to them. I'd only seen him twice since they first took him away. The more recent time he looked pretty rough. He was all bruised and he was just laying there. All the fight had left his body. That sight made me want to kill my father more than I ever have. I've felt rage before, but it was never like this. I wanted to spill his blood on the floor that very moment.
"East."
I look down at Angelo who was doing his best to look up at me.
"You've got that look in your eye," he says.
"What look?"
"The look you have when you want to kill someone."
"Oh, is that a look I have?"
"Yes but it's usually only directed at Milo or Brandon when they've done something stupid."
I laugh a little bit. It's an odd sound seeing as I haven't done it since we got here. Ang smiles.
His face then grows a bit more serious, "I mean it though. Who are you thinking about?"
"Kind of, everything." I say.
I couldn't really elaborate either because it was all I had. Everything was making me so fucking angry. I was mad we even put ourselves in this position in the first place. When we first got taken it was mostly because we'd sent so much security to the house that we'd left headquarters open. Maddox and I just assumed that if we needed to we could hold our own.
We weren't prepared for our father to bring the fucking Calvary.
We should have been. I should have been.
I try to keep myself from spiraling down the path a blame. Instead, I look at Angelo and Brandon. Neither have left my sight since we got here which did put a part of me at ease.
What wasn't easy is hearing Milo's screams.
It send shivers down my body every time. Every time I try to break away from these fucking chains so I can go hold him and never let go.
Brandon, who was previously sleeping, shifts a bit under my arm.
His face was pretty swollen from one of his last beatings, but it seems to be going down a bit.
"How long do you think it's been?" He asks.
His voice is rough from disuse and he's talking quietly.
"I'm not sure Brand. I try not to think about that honestly," I say.
"I miss them," he says even quieter.
I'm not sure if I was even supposed to hear it but I do.
"I miss them too."
He doesn't say anything after that. He's got a habit of getting lost in his thoughts which is most likely what he's doing right now.
Angelo shifts to fully sit up. It takes a bit of effort from him but he's able to do it.
He looks at me and suddenly all of my problems go away.
I wanted him to be as far away from this shit as possible, but a part of me is glad he's here next to me. Maybe that was selfish but it didn't matter. I could be experiencing the worst thing in the world and it still wouldn't matter if he was next to me.
"You know their coming to get us right?"
I look down at him. I'm glad he still has hope. One of us has to.
"What makes you so sure of that?" I ask.
He looks at me like I'm an idiot.
"Uh because Maddox would tear the whole earth apart to find you guys. He probably already is."
He's probably right. Maddox has a tendency to go absolutely batshit insane when something happens to one of us. I'm just worried he'll be so busy trying to find us he won't remember to take care of the ones he has.
Ang kisses my jawbone before settling back down.
"He's definitely coming to get us. We just have to survive until then."
His words are only slightly comforting but then again it's not a very comfortable situation.
My arms tighten around both of them as the door to the cell swings open. In walks my father and step mother. They didn't usually come in together.
"We've decided to be nice today," he says. It's not kind and it only worries me more.
He snaps and two men drag Milo in and throw him on the ground.
He then signals and everyone walks out. He sends me an smile that was anything but nice before he too walked out and slammed the door.
"Milo?" I ask.
His entire body is trembling.
I watch in concern as he slowly starts to drag himself over to us.
If I wasn't chained to the fucking wall I'd already have him in my arms.
I watch as he gets closer and all three of us are muttering out encouragements.
He finally makes it to me and drops himself into my lap. His whole body is wracked with sobs as I enclose him in my arms. He cries and cries to the point where I'm worried. He wasn't usually one to cry and it when he did it was never like this. I just drop kisses on the top of his head and tell him it'll be okay even though I know it probably won't.
I look at Brandon and he looks just as worried as I feel.
I can feel Milo's nails digging into me. He's clinging on like someone will come drag him away, which they probably will.
After a while, he starts breathing normally again and his sobs have died down. However, his grasp on my isn't going anywhere.
I notice some deep red, almost purple bruises on his arms. I look at Ang but he's already looking at me in concern.
"Milo, can I look at your back?" He asks him.
Milo shakes his head and tries to get closer to me.
It was very odd behavior for him which only worries me further.
"Please? I just want to make sure your okay?" Ang says.
Milo doesn't shake his head that time, which was promising. I nod for him to check. He shuffles around a little bit before he's able to find a good position. When he does he slowly lifts the end of Milo's shirt. The color drains out of his face and he kind of looks sick which is weird for him. He can usually stomach this kind of thing.
I can't see from where I am and neither can Brand.
Once Ang is done looking he pulls Milo's shirt back down and comes back to sit next to me. He doesn't say anything but I don't particularly want him to. His face said enough. I hold Milo tighter. I wasn't ever going to let him back on their fucking hands. I shouldn't have to begin with.
They never came to take Milo back. I guessed something happened to make them leave him with us. Part of me hopes it's my family.
It's hard to admit that I'm losing hope. I know Maddox will never stop looking for us, but it took us thirteen years to find Grace. I don't know why I thought they'd find us so soon.
I look down at Milo who is still clinging to me. I think he managed to cry himself to sleep. I thought of how I used to put him to sleep when he was younger. I thought of all the times I wanted to scream at my father at the top of my lungs for leaving and forcing Maddox and I to raise his sons. I thought of Grace. I thought of Angelo and how I would do anything for him.
Now wasn't the time to lose hope.
Maddox was coming for us. I'm absolutely sure of it.
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