Years ago tragedy struck the Calloway's causing the family to fall apart. Lucariah Augustine St. Francis Calloway was left in the ruins of it all with a mother who couldn't bother and a father who disappeared one night with his older brothers. For...
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I've been sitting on this bench for over five hours. The girls sat on either side of me, and Caspian across. Handcuffed to the bars.
He glared at anyone who passed.
Neither of us have spoken a word since we were thrown in here. I felt a rage unlike any other now that the shock of what occurred began to ware off.
What right did the boy before me have to hold my life in his hands? Toy with every breath I take like a game?
My eyes stayed on him, a promise shining in them. They better drag me out of here in cuffs before I find a creative way to end his life for the way he played with mine.
The officers took all our weapons. Stripped us bare of them before throwing us into a shared cell. They're trying to get a story out of us.
Trying to figure out why a bunch of kids are riding around town in the dead of night armed to the teeth in knives.
They haven't put two and two together? That maybe these four kids were forced into that position?
Caspian's green eyes fell on mine and a fury unlike any other felt like ice in my veins. I went to stand only for Cinnami to grab my arm.
"Don't. Even," she mumbles. The girl had been awfully quiet, much like the rest of us. But she was processing something on her own. The way she screamed when the officer grabbed ahold of her told me enough of what I needed to know.
"I'll kill him," I hissed, staring her straight in her blue eyes. I hadn't had the chance to look at her since we met- like really look at her.
She had a swirl of brown in her left iris. And white in her hair that didn't belong.
My eyes snagged on the strip of silver hair that touched her hairline and went all the way down to the end of her golden brown curls.
Like a highlight that she didn't ask for.
My eyes trailed her freckles to her chapped lips. I frowned at the haggard look of her face and bruised limbs. It made me wonder just how long she'd been suffering in this trade. How old she was when she was ripped away from the sanctuary of her home and placed in this life.
"Don't," she shook her head, glancing at his slumped frame. "If he dies, he can't protect me."
"You don't need him to protect you," I scoffed. I wonder if she believes in fairytales and bedtime stories. Did she think Caspian was her knight in shining armor?
She shrugged, looking down at her hands as they fidgeted in her lap, "he's my friend. And he's bigger, stronger. I don't know. Don't kill him, please."
I bit my lip, giving the boy a sidelong glance. "He tried to kill me," I grumble.
She shook her head again, "ask him what he was doing. I promise it's not what you think."
