EMILY'S P.O.V.
"After I sent Damon away, the enforcers made sure I was beaten to the point where I felt like I was dead; and throughout the torture, they all had one question on their lips: "Where did you send him?" and my automatic response was, "I sent him to get help." I know it was ridiculous but I just wanted to get back at them somehow. Why tell them anything when they were certainly going to kill me anyway? I just wanted them to feel anxious, even if it was just a smidge of it; and besides I didn't even know where he was.
Frustrated and finally realizing I wasn't going to say a word more than what I had been saying for the umpteenth time, the enforcers left me in a pool of my blood inside the poorly lit room and locked the door behind them.
By now, my body and mind had already come to terms with the fact that, like Eliot, I would soon vanish without a trace. The only thing I regretted was that I would never be able to see my baby Kyle again or find out where I had sent Damon. The thought of it all broke my heart so much that it felt like my insides were being torn apart, but despite all of that suffering and guilt, I managed to keep myself from feeling regret for sending Damon away. In spite of my ignorance about his whereabouts, I was happy that he was no longer being exploited as a lab rat by those idiots.
Physically and mentally feeling like I was running on a one percent battery, I laid my lifeless body down on the icy, hard floor and pleaded with Kyle, Eliot, and Silvia to forgive me for not taking care of the one person they all trusted me to protect.
When I heard the door locks click open in the early hours of the next morning, I lay still facing the wall and held my breath in, ready to greet death like an old friend, as the sound of heavy boots on tiles tortured me.
"Get up, we must leave now." A familiar voice whispered, and I instantly sprung to a sitting position, ignoring my injured and battered body.
"Hey! Oh my God, It's you!" I cried out with unhidden joy and newfound hope as my eyes danced around his dark tall figure. I never imagined I'd be thrilled to see an enforcer again after the twin's incident, yet here I was, all grins and tears, staring up at him, even though he seemed entirely bored seeing me.
"Talk any louder and I'm gone." He stood approximately two feet away from me and said without much emotion in his voice or face. I nodded fervently, happy that he gave me the opportunity to see and save Damon, even if it didn't go as planned. I just prayed the poor baby was in a better situation than the one I had taken him away from. Even though my wishes seemed unlikely, I still couldn't help but hope that someone decent had spotted him and was protecting him where I failed to. God knows he needed a break from all the atrocities he had to suffer since he opened his innocent eyes to this sad, terrible world.
"Come on, get up let's go, except you want to be deleted and stuffed in the freezer by sunrise." The enforcer said with an emotionless voice and his trademark bored expression, and it succeeded in wiping away any happy grin that was on my face by sending a horrible chill down my spine, but somehow, I managed to scold my fears a bit and then pulled my broken body off the ground and to its feet.
I heard the enforcer murmur something under his breath that sounded like "I didn't sign up for this" as he quietly cracked the door open and turned to face me.
"Well? Hurry up! We don't have all day." He groaned, but I kept my cool and followed him out of the room. He could have groaned all he wanted and called me whatever he wanted at that time, and I would still have given him my best behavior because, to me, right here was a guardian angel wrapped up in a terrifying man's skin, and nothing could change my mind about it.
Placing a finger to his lips, the enforcer extended his other hand to me, and I eagerly grabbed it. He then gently started pulling me towards the stairs at the end of the hall. We both attempted to be as quiet as mice as we descended the stairs into the spacious living room area, and then he indicated an entrance in the left corner of the room, and I nodded as he led us to the door.
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HIDDEN (Hide Or Die)
RomanceKyle has been forced to hide his whole life with no social interaction whatsoever. He knows the rules stay HIDDEN OR DIE but 17 years old Kyle wishes to be seen, not by the world but by Andrew the boy he watches from the shadows.