Under the Dome

Chapter 8

The meaty man that beat the crap out of me, Leo, carried me with one of his huge arms. The other man pushed Douglas in front of him. He didn't fight or try to get out of the other man's grip, Mike.

I shifted in and out of consciousness. My ears felt stuffy and everything sounded so far away, like I had moss growing in my head. My vision was worst, I could only see out of my left eye. Thanks to Leo, I couldn't feel the right side of my face.

Damn bastards. My father would be ashamed of me. I thought.

The two guards turned down so many hallways that it felt like a maze. They've been walking down a long, dark hall for a long time. It smelled damp and earthy, we must be so far under the surface that a mole would be in paradise.

"Keep walking trader. I bet your mom is going to keep you down here for the rest of your life and execute your girlfriend too." Mike's voice muffled its way into my eardrums and he pushed Douglas to make him walk faster.

"I say just throw the girl out of the dome and let the Vice take care of her." Leo said and dug his nails into my skin. I tried yelping but all that came out was blood and a never-ending coughing fit.

"I hear ya. We'll see what Sara choses for her." Mike grumbled and opened a creaky jail cell door. He threw Douglas into the cell without taking the cuffs off and slammed the bar-door closed. His hands swam around in his pocket and pulled out a key, he locked Douglas's cell and smirked.

Leo opened the cell across from Douglas's and threw me in. I wiggled around the dirty ground in pain, coughing up more blood. Leo closed the door and turned to his friend.

"Hey, you want to check out that new bar around the Advise street. It's just a floor above the Famous Tavern." Leo grinned and slapped Mike's back. Both men walked back down the hall.

"Yeah, might as well. And that..."

I blocked out their loud conversation as I curled in a ball. I turned to look at Douglas with my left eye, the only eye I can see out of, and frowned. He looked depressed; slouched in the middle of his cell with his head hanged low. I took a deep breath, regretting it due to the pain, and let out a soft sigh. I stood up, with both of my legs wobbling, and walked to the bars.

"You okay? You're not hurt, are you?" I asked. My voice sounded like I was talking with my mouth full and I hated it. He looked up slowly and his head shot back a little.

"Holy shit, maybe I should be the one to ask that question." He said and sat crist-crossed. He studied my face with disgust swimming in his blue eyes. I backed away from the bars in embarrassment to sit back down in my current spot.

"I'm good, but my pride isn't." I muttered under my breath. I heard Douglas chuckle softly, slowly growing to a hysterical outburst of laughter.

"Sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. Just the situation." He paused, "Man I tell you, I've been in trouble with girls over the past but none like this." Douglas said and played with the cuffs on his wrist. The loud clink and claps of metal brought me back to my memories, something that I got lost in a lot.

"Hmm." I huffed out and awkwardly laid down on the ground. The cold, wet floor shifted my body back outside of the dome. I knew what I had to do, and that was to get out of this caged dome. My heart, mind and soul begged to be home.

"Like this one girl, Kimberly, snuck into the tower just to sleep with me. I had to get her out without anyone seeing her, ha, it was like mission impossible on steroids. In the end, my mom found out and I never saw Kimberly ever again." He explained, at that I sat up and stared at him. I didn't know what to do. I opened my mouth to comment on his remark but Douglas interrupted me.