Lovers Lies || Thomas

33 - Betrayal

SANDRA furiously stared at the ground, her hands clenched into fists at her sides and her knees holding up her body weight as she kneeled on the ground between Minho and Newt. Guards shoved around any teenagers they'd found, getting them into lines while a few of the helicopters landed and others stayed in the sky, shining their lights down.

The majority of the remaining adults were shoved into a group near the teenagers, guns aimed at them. Sandra was pissed. She was furious that WICKED had caught them again after everything they went through to get away. They'd lost Winston and Jack on the horrid journey and now it was all for nothing. Everything they had done was for nothing.

"How many did we get?" Janson asked one of his men and Sandra shot her head up, her blood turning into a raging fire under her veins when she spotted the bastard.

"All of them give or take," the man answered, looking down at a screen in his hand.

Janson walked past him, slowing down as he noticed Sandra, Minho, Newt, and Frypan. "Give or take what?"

"Well, they lost a few."

A hand grabbed Sandra's shoulder and she tried to throw her elbow back, but whoever was behind her was faster and dodged the hit. Her hair got pushed away by a gloved hand and she cracked her knuckles, wanting to hit him but didn't, and then he pointed a device at her neck. "A-6," he said, moving to Minho who moved forward but got pulled back and scanned. "A-7."

"I can't believe this shit," Sandra muttered under her breath, looking around at all the men with guns aimed at them.

"Where's Thomas?" Janson asked, looking at the four of them and then at the man with the screen.

"I hope he's far away from here," Sandra said and then spat at Janson's feet with a glare.

Janson furiously looked from his booted foot to her, and Minho was ready to push himself in her way when Janson stormed toward her.

"I'm right here!" Thomas said, raising his voice and Janson stopped, looking over to Thomas who was walking toward them with his hands up.

"Why the hell didn't he run?" Newt whispered.

Sandra took in a deep breath. "Because it's Thomas."

"Where the hell is Carl?" Minho quietly questioned.

"If Thomas is here, then I'm sure Carl is close by," Sandra said, praying she was right.

Guards surrounded Thomas, aiming their guns and he stopped, allowing one to grab him and shove him toward the others while Janson happily watched.

"Thomas," Janson crooned as Thomas was stopped before him. And then Sandra shouted when Janson punched him in the stomach, making him hunch over. "Get him in line," Janson ordered, and a guard roughly grabbed Thomas, forcing him to his knees beside Minho.

"You're a piece of shit," Sandra fumed at Janson, ignoring Minho's and Newt's warning glances for her to stay quiet. "I bet you enjoy hitting defenseless teenagers."

Janson turned on her, a feline smirk on his face as he towered over her kneeling figure. "It does bring me enjoyment," he said and then Sandra's head snapped to the side, a burning sensation erupting in the right side of her face as the boys, Harriet, and Vince shouted, being held back by guards that rushed to them

Sandra blinked hard, falling back onto her legs as her right ear rang. She tasted blood in her mouth from where her lip split and she slowly looked back at Janson with cold eyes. Thomas was losing it, shouting and pulling at the guards holding him as did Minho, the both of them desperate to get their hands on Janson and beat him into a bloody pulp for slapping her.