Huntlie

Part 2

Billie's POV

The boy left in a fit of rage. He looked familiar somehow. I miss Mo. I miss Sam. Will I ever see them again? Am I stuck in this hell forever? I hope that Mo is ok, we're roommates afterall.

I moved into an upright position. "Shit!" God, my ass hurts. If someone comes I can't defend myself, even if I tried. I think that they're going to kill me.

A tear trickled my cheek. I whipped it away. If I show any emotions they will hurt me... again. Am I broken? If I do get out will I be the same? Probably not.

I sing to myself, a song that Mo taught me. "How do you know that song?" The boy from before walked into the room. He looked puzzled. 

"M-my friend used to sing it to me."

"That's strange a friend of mine used to sing it before he disappeared." That was strange. Mo is the only person I know who sings that song. Mo....

"We need to get you out of here." The boy's voice snapped me back to reality as he undid the chains around my hands and feet. I stood up and the boy started to blush before throwing me a pair of Lenin pants and a shirt.

"P-put those on." My face grew hot as I realized that I'm not wearing anything. I slipped on the pant and shirt before turning back to the boy.

"Let's go."