𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝟏)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒

My eyes blink hazily, and I feel groggy and my legs tired and burning. But the shadow of pure fear and terror peers over my shoulder, willing me to pay attention to every little thing.

The burning rays of the sun beat down on me, creating a small layer of sweat to bead my forehead, and a grogginess to add to my exhaustion. I can feel the sunburn creeping up my shoulders, And I place my hands over them in hopes to prevent it.

Although just at the touch of my hands on my shoulder I can feel a burning sting. Great, I'm sunburned, tired, and Have no idea how far we have left. And not to mention I never brushed my teeth before we left.

So I feel disgusting.

My head constantly darts at every little noise my ears capture, Becoming hyperaware of anything and everything around me. I can't help the way my heart jumps at the same time.

What have I gotten myself into? Oh right, escaping a false sanctuary that I thought kept me safe, and alive from a fake disease. And Now that I know everything is a lie, I can't help but think about every little thing they've told me. Question every little thing.

God, I feel like crying, and passing out at the same time.

"How far are we? If I knew we would to walk this far in the heat I would've stayed with Tiana and Ricky." Kai groans, running a hand through his dampened hair. Who and who?

"At this pace fifty minutes, maybe an hour even." Rowan answers. I notice the difference between the vibratos in his voice verses Kai's: It's deeper, more firm and steady.

"Great." Kai sighs, throwing his head back with another groan, Like a child almost. I hold my mouth to hide my smile and muffle my small laughter. Why am I laughing?

His head swings back in my direction, A brow raised and squinted eyes. His arms cross his chest.
"Are you laughing? At me?" He points to himself, An obvious fake expression of shocked on his face.

I drop my hand, with my head as I press my lips together into a firm line. Heat creeps up the back of my neck. "No." I swallow the remaining laughter. "You sure?" He asks, again.

"Sure." I sigh, tugging the now dirt stained sleeves up my sweaty arms. "Hmph. Tell me kid, how old are you?" He slows his pace, Now walking beside me, matching my own slugged pace.

I straighten my posture. "How old are you?" I retort with a question. He rolls his eyes. "Do you ever answer a question without asking one?"

Celina scoffs. "No she doesn't. To answer your question." Celina answers for me, which is slightly agitating but I refrain from pissing her off. "Yes. When I trust you." I completely ignore Celina, and answer him myself.

"Hm." He rubs his cleanly shaved jaw. "Okay. So what, I tell you my age and you'll reciprocate?." He asks me. I shrug. "Maybe."

He sighs heavily, dropping his shoulders as he wipes a bit of sweat off his forehead before flipping his black hair backward and out of his face. "Well, Obviously you aren't very trusting." Sarcasm laces his tone.