Paying the Price

Chapter 72: Janae

I was woken up by a girl a few years older than me.

"Janae?"

I was hesitant to respond at first. How did this girl know my name?

"Your brother sent me. Oakley?"

I nodded my head. "Is he okay?"

She nodded yes, "He's with June and now I'm here to move you with your brother Oliver. Is that okay with you?"

"Can we all four be together?"

"I have something I need to tend to first but then I will try and move all four of you together." She lifted her hand to me and pulled me up.

"Where are we? Are you the one who kidnapped us?"

I remember eating dinner and then being attacked.

"My father, technically. You are safe though. I am in charge of what happens to you and I promise you are going to be okay. I really need to go but I
promise I will be back to explain everything to you and your siblings." The girls said as she opened the door to Oliver's cell and let me in before quickly
getting out of there.

I turned to see my brother except he did not look like Oliver.

He looked like Oakley. His facial expression was a stern one like Oakley often wore.

Even his body language was like Oakley's. So much so that I thought that Jasmine had brought me to the wrong brother.

"Oliver? Is that you?"

His head shot up quickly as he saw me enter the cell.

"Yeah, it's me. Are you-?"

"Janae," I said, and he nodded. "That's who I thought you were."

It was rare that we mixed each other up. We all had signs that we could pick up on.

But we were identical.

He got up and wrapped me in his arms tight. "You're alright? Not hurt anywhere?" His eyes scanned me up and down.

"Yeah, I'm all good. Worried about the others though."

"Me too." He said, " The two of them might have broken out into those hives again."

I forgot all about that. Last time we had been split up they both developed terrible red hives up and down their whole bodies. Both of them.

I had traced it pretty much to stress and anxiety from being apart.

We had been together for our whole lives.

"June's probably the most scared. She doesn't even like to sleep by herself. Let alone be in a cell all by herself," Oliver continued.

"She's with Oakley and I'm with you," I told him. "That girl, Jasmine, that brought me in here, she told me that the two of them were already together."

He nodded, grabbing my hand. "Well that's good"

He seemed off. Like really off.

Maybe that gas had done something to his head. He was usually funny and sarcastic.

Now he was serious and scary.

The last time I had seen him like this was when Oakley was taken.

I'm noticing a pattern. If Oakley is missing then Oliver becomes just like him.

He was constantly scanning around. Up and down side to side.

Looking for a threat.