Dark and Twisted

Chapter Fifteen

"Liz no!" I felt my throat burn, my voice crippling with every letter that escaped my scream.

"Why... you loved her..."

"You killed your own child! You killed them both!" I could hear a faint haunted voice crying out in pain.

His eyes held so much pain as I now fell to my knees at his feet.

"Alec!" I opened my eyes screaming his name yet for another night.

"You've got to push him out Everlynn!" I turned; sweat pouring off of me, to see Laila sitting in the dark corner of the room I had been confined to.

"How exactly can I control my dreams!" I snapped back at her.

I stood up from the worn-out mattress that I now call my bed and walked to the other side of the room where a dark colored sheet hung up, separating my so-called bedroom from my so-called bathroom. I looked in the mirror, my hair damp from the stressful dreams I keep having of Alec.

"Why are you doing this to me? How long have I been trapped in this makeshift hell? More importantly, how long do you plan on keeping me prisoner?" I whispered; sadness took over my eyes, blackening my soul even further.

I lifted my damp shirt, pulling it over my head to take it off. My hands ran across the rough, life taking scar that called my stomach home.

"Everyone thinks I'm dead... don't they?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"It's for the best. As long as everyone thinks you are dead, no one will come looking for you." Laila replied as if all this was a normal type of therapy.

"And Alec?" I asked regretting saying his name aloud once more.

"Alec disappeared. No one has seen or heard from him since that night. Now that is enough about that boy. You know what you and he 'had' for each other is and always will be forbidden." Laila stood up from the corner of the room and walked out the door. I could hear her latch the lock from the other side, yet again locking me in this hell.

I don't know how much longer I can do this. I can't live like this anymore, a prisoner.

"I have to get out of here. I have to fight for the freedom that was taken and is still being held from me. If Alec is still numb I..." I stopped mid-sentence, placing my hand over my stomach.

Tears filled my eyes as I thought of the baby that once grew inside of me; the baby that Alec took away so carelessly. I traced the scar with my fingers, I could still feel the phantom pain of his blade going through my body. With depression setting in I reached for a black tank top that clung to the back of a rusted chair. Throwing the shirt over my head and adjusting it to fit my body properly, I walked over and sat on the worn-out bed I called mine.

"Don't give up so easily child." I turned to see a figure approach me from the dark corner.

"I don't want to, I just don't know where to go from here, much less how to even get out of here." I lowered my head as defeat already started to sink in.

"Laila will explain everything in time. You are not a prisoner here, just protected at the moment." The old woman tried to reassure me.

"Really? Cause it seems like prison to me." I snapped back.

"My daughter has a weird way of doing things sometimes, but she cares for you so she will protect you, no matter the cost." The old woman grinned.

"Wait... she's your daughter?" I asked, shock plastered on my face.

"Well, I mean she doesn't claim me because I see things differently than she does, which is why you have never heard of me from her, but I keep a close eye on family anyway." The woman sat down on the bed next to me and placed her hand on my lap.