Why am I so fucked up?

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Malachi stops in a desolate town, otherwise or formally known as Gaitlyn. Malachi proceeds to exit the car, once out he sticks his head back in as if to question why we haven't followed. Abbie exited the car without a fight.  I narrow my eyes and shake my head 'no' , not trusting my voice. "Isaac will be displeased" Malachi said in a clipped tone. "Who gives a fuck what that asshole thinks or wants!" I yell at him. Malachi swiftly enters the car and grabs my hips. Sexy? Right? Not ,well at least it shouldn't be. My body and mind were fighting for two totally opposing actions. My body wanted me to pull Malachi to me and kiss him senseless, but my mind had her own thoughts and won out. I fought with all I had, kicking and screaming as he dragged me out of the car. I had vowed to myself I would not let them break me or give in without a fight. He set me down carefully, as if I were made of something so delicate, that the slightest jolt would break me. At the start of the trip my mental state had been in tact but now I don't think so much. I want to cry since I had stepped foot outside of the car to see the state of the little boy, but I had to be strong for Abbey. As if sensing my thoughts Malachi grabs my hand and intertwine our fingers together. It took every ounce of strength I had inside to jerk my hand from his and it still did not work. He smiled down evilly at me with a malicious grin. I was utterly fucked. "Isaac is waiting" Malachi says harshly and starts practically dragging me to an abandoned looking church. The abandoned church was filled with young faces. As I looked around I felt a tug on my free hand and looked down to see a cute young blonde boy, no older than 5 or 6. "Are you gonna be my new Mommy?" The boy asked me. I looked at him confused, thinking I hadn't understood him correctly, I kneel down to his level. "What did you say cutie?" I ask looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Are you my new Mommy?" He asked intently. I honestly didn't know how to reply and if I wanted to. "What's your name?" I ask lifting his chin. "Nahum" He replies sweetly. "That's a handsome name for a handsome boy" I reply smiling. Nahum blushes looking away and shyly says "and you're pretty". Malachi bends down on one knee. "Nahum, why don't you ask Hannah if she'd like to sit up front with you?" He says smiling at Nahum. Nahum smiles looking up at me. "Will you please sit with me up front?" Nahum asks sweetly. I smile down at him. "I'd love too." I say as he grabs my hand, leading me to the front of the church. Malachi gets up and starts heading in the opposite direction. I hurriedly grab his hands as everyone stares. Malachi looks at our hands and then at me. "Where are you going?" I ask not wanting to be left with all these unknown faces. Abbie had disappeared without a trace and Malachi was my only life line in this sea of strangers. In the short time i'd been in this hell hole, i'd found that I felt safest with Malachi. I trusted no one, yet I was starting to slip and trust Malachi. He was an utter stranger yet we had this unseen connection. "I have something to take care of" Malachi said not really telling me anything. I didn't want to stay here in this sanctuary left alone with these strangers, but I also didn't want to force myself somewhere i'm not wanted. "I'll be back soon" Malachi says sensing my unease. Before I could stop him, Nahum tugs on my hand and leads me to a pew. I glance back at Malachi and he's gone from sight. I glance around the chapel to see if I could place any faces I saw when I was first captured. Many of the faces just blurred together, I couldn't remember any faces besides Malachi and Isaac. I wonder what Malachi had to take care of. I'm suddenly stirred from my thoughts by Isaac's commanding voice. I still don't focus on his message, not really caring what crazy thing would come out of his mouth next. There were no adults and Isaac's of 'He who walks behind the rows' was the cause of it. Someone's belief in something could be a very powerful force. Many people are willing to die for what they believe in, so it doesn't surprise me that people would also kill for it. I still had one lingering question that may never be answered.



                                                       

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