My Past?

Chapter Fourteen~ Giggles and Poppy

Skylar's P.O.V

I woke up two days ago. Ever since then nothing has been easy. Even the people in the cells won't talk to me. I am trying to figure out where I am, but like anyone would tell me. Everyday people would beat me. They use various methods, but they never ask for anything. It's like they beat me for the fun of it. Luckily, when they are gone Skylar heals me. We figured best to wait until the end to heal everything. It drains us a lot, but we fall asleep due to exhaustion. Sadly, it is not real sleep. Ever since I left Scott, I have never been able to sleep a good amount. I can feel it wearing down Kira, but she never says anything. The other thing that worries me is how much longer I can hold up this block. I have been blocking Scott from everything, my thoughts, pain, and feelings. If I let the block down for even a second the pain for him will be unbearable. I don't know how I am lasting. It is like I find life in everything I see. I have a bar window I look out. When I look at an old tree that is outside I always seem to become stronger, but still it isn't enough. Without that tree, I probably would have given up.

Hearing whistling come down the hallway I take a deep breath. The swinging of keys catches my ears. Here they come, I am ready this time. Opening my cell door Addison grips my arm a little to tightly. He always laughs as my face contorts in pain. It's not that painful, but now it is bruise upon bruise of his hand on my arm. I never talk to him, although he tries to tease me I never give him the pleasure of seeing me snap. Today, when he teased me I held my head up high, and acted like he was bellow I. Maybe that will get something out of him. Sadly all he did was clench his hand around my arm harder, and dragged me into the room, to proceed with the routine. Today, no matter how much pain I am in I will laugh in their faces. I have to keep stalling them, and maybe Scott will come save me. After multiple punches, kick, hits, cuts, and whips they are finished with me. Sadly, todays took a lot out of me, causing them to drag me back to the cell. Lets just say get dragged by the hair, and your head getting kicked every time they lift a foot does not feel good. Today in the cell beside me they brought in a little girl about 6 maybe. "Hey I am Skylar. What's your name?" I try to keep my voice low, so the guards won't hear my, and so I don't scare her.

Bringing her head up from her in between her legs, she stars at me. Tears are fresh in her eyes. "I-I'm Aubrey. Do you know where my mommy is?" Her voice cracks, and she begin to cry all over again. Dragging myself to her cell I pull my hands through the bars. Cautiously she looks at them and begins to slide over to me. I cradle her as she silently sobs. "Don't worry I am sure you will see her soon. What about your dad?" Aubrey looks up at me, "He is the one who brought me here. My mom and I were trying to get away from here; cause they are doing bad things. My da-da caught us. He slapped my mom and dragged her into a room. I listened to her screams all last night, and this morning my dad came out and threw me in here. What did I do wrong?" I shushed her, "You did nothing wrong precious. Your dad isn't a bad man. He is just confused?" I thought over that," Yeah confused." I hope she didn't hear the fact I didn't believe he is confused. She just nodded her head, "I am going to sleep." I told her to get up and lay on her mattress, but she said she didn't want to leave me.

"Okay, well drag your mattress over here, and I will mine and we can sleep beside each other. Wiping her old tears she bobbed her head. Together we got up and sat our mattresses side by side. Taking a look out I side I saw the sun was setting. Man for me to be this sleep that beating must really did me in. I hope this is a one-time thing, and it doesn't mean I am all around getting weaker. These thoughts coasted me into a restless dream.

"Hey what do you think y'all are doing?" One of the guards yelled. I stayed asleep not caring about who was getting yelled at. Hearing a cell door close to me open up I shot up. Aubrey. She let out a squeal as the guard approached her. "You should no better than to talk to other prisoners." He pulled her up by her hair. She whimpered at the pain.

"Hey, stop it! It was my idea leave her alone!" My voice is still raspy from the sleep, but it doesn't keep me from screaming at him. He turns his head to me. His eyes are filled with an unknown darkness. He grins at me and throws Aubrey against a wall. She lets out a scream as her head slams into the wall making a loud thud. The guard begins to walk out of the cell. Aubrey gets up and grabs his hand. "NO daddy, please! She is my friend," Aubrey's tears fall down her face. That is her dad! He turns and backhands her to the face. "Shut up you worthless brat, I'll be back for your punishment later."

I narrow my eyes at the man. "Like hell, you will touch her. How could you do that to your daughter." The man scoffed. My eyes traveled over to the unconscious Aubrey. "She not my daughter. The slut of a mate, I have cheated on me, and she was the aftermath." He opened my cell door.

He had me by my hair. What was with these people and grabbing hair? His opposite hands travels from my jaw down my neck. "I see you are mated. That will make this even funner." He kisses my mark. "It is more fun," his face contorts in confused. He looks at me, and I bring my knee up successfully hitting his jewels. Bending over he glares at me.

"You are going to pay for that," he snarls. Still bent a little he runs up to me grabbing me by the neck. My feet come of the ground with in a second later. My hands grab his wrist and my feet kick wildly. "Joe! What do you think your doing? She can't be killed." Another guard comes up to me cell. Joe cracks a small grin, " I know I am just seeing how long she will last." I stopped struggling the lack of air now starting to affect me. "Joe that is enough." The guards voice was stern, and Joe's grin fades. He slings me into the bars. My head smack one pretty hard. The dizziness was almost immediate. I hear Joe's feet stomp out of my cell. "Come on it is time for your dailies." The other guard almost seemed nicer. But, with my blurry vision I couldn't get a clear shot of his face. I paid no attention to it and just went to my doom room. Fighting back would be easy, but considering the shape I am in I wouldn't make it far. Being in sloth mode I make my way to the room. Of course I bumped into a lot of wall, this head injury really hurt me.

The man closed the door behind us. My vision has cleared up a lot while I walked meaning Kira was healing me. 'Kira, don't heal me. You know to wait.'

'Skylar that head injury is bad. Let me finish this up, and I will stop.' I was satisfied that she would stop; we had to save our energy until we get back to my cell. Hopefully no one will touch little Aubrey. The door once again opened and closed. Two very buff men walked in, and cracked their knuckles. I raised an eyebrow, "Really is that the best you got?" I let out a little yawn. One guys face became red, while the other merely laughs. The guy who was angry rolled his shoulders back. It made a lot of popping noise, but I just continued to yawn. The other guy and my guard lean back on the wall and this little show. The interlocks his fingers and pushes them out. "I think that was worse than the last." I sink down into my seat. This guy was really easy to tick off. He rolled his neck only one pop sounded. "Dude... that was weak." The other guy laughed at my comment. I begin to inspect my nail as much as I can with them being cuffed down. Poppy, the guy who can't scare me, pushed his head side to side. No sound was made. "Come on Poppy. You can't keep that name if you don't make a popping noise." This time only the really buff man laughed. Poppy takes his nose in between his fingers. Popping the nose was just gross. "Okay if I say that was intimidating will you stop. I won't be able to hold in my pee if you throw out your back, Poppy." Finally the Poppy makes his way to the table of torture tools, and his little friend, Giggles, follows. Giggles of course just laughed once I called him by his nickname. He said and I quote, "To bad I have to hurt you. I really am taking a liken' to this chick." Then began the beating.

When they were finished, I was zone out. No bone in my body did felt relaxed. Both guys had sweat dripping from there shirts mixed with my blood. Skylar began our healing process as soon as the men exited the room. That had only taken a couple of hours, I suppose; considering I black out didn't help me on my time management. My wounds had almost completely healed when two different men showed their faces. Fuck, I just healed only to be beaten again.

This time when the two men left me I did take a chance at healing. Instead I leaned my head back and got some shut eye. The sun was glaring into the room. Meaning it was late in the afternoon. We were in the basements where the windows were up high and small, only allowing sunlight in when it is rising or setting. On this side, when the sun streamed in it was afternoon. Today mark the third day off my capture, and so far each day became more exhausting by the minute. Slowly my eyes drop shut leaving me in the blackness called sleep.