Not Like The Others

Chapter Sixteen- Beth

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Welcome to the POV of.....*intense drumroll*..... Beth!

Beth POV

The slamming of the cage room door awoke me from my afternoon daydream, kick starting my heart and sending it into overdrive.

Every single time someone opened the door, I swore I was going to have a heart attack, and every single time, I prayed I wouldn't collapse. I was completely shattered, my bones were screaming out for nutrition and proper health. Winter was nearly over, but that didn't mean we were safe, it had definitely taken its toll, us all becoming even skinner than before, if that was even possible.

Something drastic was going to have to happen, and soon. We were all becoming too weak.

I held my breath, cowering in the corner, hoping it wasn't one of the guards. I didn't even dare think of them as 'Butch' and 'Double-D', I was too scared they would be able to read my mind with their enhanced brains or something.

I shivered, not daring to open my eyes, keeping them squeezed shut in case it was the guards and they were looking for excuses for beatings. I had already made that mistake, staring at one of the scars on their face for too long.

There was the rustling of keys and the opening of a cage door, followed by the sounds passionate kissing.

It was only Mark, thank god.

I breathed a sigh of relief, opening my eyes to see a moulded Mel and Mark. He had her pressed tightly up against her cage bars, and her arms were wound tightly round his shoulders.

They had been inseparable for the past two months, almost never leaving each others sides.

Their public display of affection was kind of embarrassing, with no self restraint or thought to the other people in the room; we were invisible, like little wall flies.

As if on cue to my thought, a throat was loudly cleared a few times and Mel and Mark slowly untangled themselves.

Thanks Rach, I said telepathically, sending her a thankful look, knowing it was her who cleared her throat. Only she would have the guts to do something like that, she was like a mini-Mel, one badass girl who abided by no ones rules other than her own. She grinned and tossed a 'no biggie' look back at me, before turning back to the pair.

Mel let out a low feline growl, a warning for Rachel to back off and shut the hell up, but her face said differently, with a cheeky tongue out the side of her mouth and a quick wink over Mark's tight grip.

"Just ignore them sweetie." Said Mark, nudging her with his face, so that she turned back to face him again. She promptly transformed her face into a nasty scowl, hiding her real feelings and showing her 'true' ones. She sighed in frustration, and he took it as annoyance from Rachel's interruption, anyone would have, but we all knew better.

She was absolutely sick of him.

I was no mind reader, but it was obvious, even to me. He was just so clingy, never leaving her alone and giving her any time for herself or any personal space.

They were almost never apart because he followed her around like a lost puppy and she had to act like a smitten, blushing school girl when I could tell all she wanted to do was, well I didn't actually know what she wanted to do, her thoughts were probably too violent. I didn't have the stomach and imagination to even think of the things that she wanted to do. Poor girl, I really felt for her. She had been through so much, and now this, it probably wasn't helping.