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"Get up." Edelle commands and I hiss when her manicured nails dig into my skin.

He promised he'll be back. Where is he?

My black clothes have been taken and replaced with a ragged shirt and pants.

"Whe..where ar-are you taking me?" I ask hoarsely. She looks at me and smirks before pushing me.

I am dragged inside a dark library and all I can see is the moonlight peeking through the window.

"We meet again...Étoile." Felix says and grins.

No,no,no. This can't be happening to me.

"You're supposed to be dead. Dead!" I shout. I begin to cry and I violently shake off Edelle's hand. I bend down and cover my ears with my hands.

"But I'm not. Am I?" He taunts me. That's the same taunt he used whenever he beat my mom and I.

"Please..let me go." I cry. I know that no one here will be kind enough to let me go,but at least I could try.

"No Étoile. We're gonna play a game. We're gonna see how long it takes for your little boy toy to get our message. As it stands right now,you son is in critical condition and has been booked for operation.."

What?

No, Noah. My baby. My poor innocent strawberry eating baby. He's fine,he's okay.

"No,you're lying. He's fine. He's fine!" I yell. I feel the little life being drained out if me. Nothing will happen to my son.

"Tye her up." He tells Edelle who gladly nods and drags me by my hair.

I begin to yell my head off and cry when she ties my hands and legs with a rough and itchy rope.
The ropes scratch at my wrists and legs and I'm sure by the time I'll be released, I'll have cuts there.

"I didn't do anything to you. Let me go." I cry harder and he smacks me across my face.
My eyes sting and I taste blood in my mouth.

"You made me spend four fucking years behind bars. Four years!" He shouts and keeps slapping me. My vision blurs and I'm shocked as to how I haven't fainted by now.

He grabs my hair tightly and forces me to look at him.

"You're gonna lose everything. Just like you did to me." He says and pushes my head aside roughly.

°°°

"We found a marrow that matches his." The doctor tells me.
"Really?" I ask in shock. He nods and pats my shoulder.

"Don't worry,your son is in good hands. He'll be out of the theatre in a few hours." He tells me and I exhale.

"Is Noah going to be fine?" Liam asks and I bend down to look at him.

"Your brother is going to be fine. He has you,me,mommy,Camille and your uncles and aunties." I tell him.

"Who's Camille?" He asks me.

"You'll find out." I tell him and extend my hand for a high five. He returns it and hugs me.

"I'm..I'm gonna go,it's five in the morning,I'll come back later." Liyah tells me.
Her eyes are swollen and red. I nod escort outside.

"Don't cry anymore,okay? You'll be okay." I assure her before she gets into her car.

°°°

"How long do you think it'll take for us to find her?" I ask Dylan.

"Judging by what happened last time,I bet he's hidden her really really well. It won't be easy to find her." He tells me and Chad nods to back him up.

Shit.

"Don't worry,he can't hide her forever." He says and types something on his phone.

"The tracker I placed on her has been disconnected,I bet they took off her clothes." He says and my throat runs dry.

The thought of someone laying their disgusting hands urk me and I shake my head to get rid off the picture my mind plays.

"The last coordinates?" Chad asks.

"I can't see anything." He says in a disappointing tone.

Why is this happening? Why now?

"Daddy?" Lukas calls out, snapping me back to reality.

"Aunty Rebelle said that she'll be travelling to France with Camille and she wanted me to ask if I could join them?" He asks nervously.

"How many days?" I ask him.

"A week." He says while fiddling with his fingers.

I nod and he smiles.

I wish I was a child again. I wish I had a tiny mind that wouldn't be scared  of dying any moment. I wish a child again so that I would run when I heard thunder,so that I'd have the happy home I needed but never got.

All these things happening have helped me understand that life can change anytime. And we must be able to embrace that change.

All I can do now is pray and hope for the best.

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