War on Kitaris

Chapter 7 - Love's In The Air...?

Devin’s POV

“Devin, what on Earth just-“

There stood my mother, her face white with rage. The view that she saw was chaotic and unexplainable. Marcus was lying on the ground, bleeding from his nose and groaning in pain, and there was me, my fists balled, bruises on my face, and panting angrily.

They had tortured Rose. They had caused her physical pain.

“Where’s Rose?!” Alisanne screamed. It only took her a moment to piece it all together. She turned to me, eyes narrowed, and pointed her bony finger towards me accusingly.  Marcus put his arm out, trying to get himself rolled onto his back.

I hated him. I hated him and my mother with every ounce in my body. How could they do that to her?

Suddenly, I remembered Marcus hitting Rose more than once, and throwing her around the room like she was nothing. I grunted in anger and picked him up by the collar. Marcus tried to escape my grip, but instead I punched him in the face with all the strength I had. He fell to the ground, his body hitting the floor loudly. Mother gasped in shock and grabbed me by the arms.

“Devin, stop this-“

“He hurt her!” I screamed, trying to get out of her grip. “And so did you. You. Hurt. Rose,” I said coldly. Alisanne slapped me hard across the face.

“How could you let her get away?” she asked me. “We were so close to having her agree to marry Marcus.”

“You guys tortured her!” I shouted. “I didn’t let her get away. I made her get away, out of this hell-hole.”

I was furious, so angry that it had taken over my state of thought and what I did. I didn’t care who I hurt, or what I did. All I had replaying through my mind was Rose’s bruised body, lying on the floor, her screams of pain, and Marcus…leaning over her…and…

Just as I went to push my mother off of me, she grabbed me and shoved me into the wall. Her grey eyes were filled with so much anger that for a moment, I hesitated. That moment was all she needed. In that moment I had let my walls down, she had gotten into my mind, by causing physical pain in my head. It was if a hammer was pounding my skull. I gasped in pain, it was that overwhelming, and I fell to the ground, my teeth clenched.

“Marcus, get him chained up,” mother ordered. I looked up at the face of the stranger I saw, not my mother. This torturous monster wasn’t my mother. Well, not anymore. Not after she inflicted pain on the woman I loved.

Suddenly, I realised it. I loved Rose.

I. Loved. Rose. With every ounce in my body, and I knew it.

Marcus stood over me, with regret and hesitation written in his eyes. But anger was there, too. Anger that I had saved his ‘future wife’ from himself and his mother? He made me feel sick. As he leaned down to pull me towards the chains connected to the brick wall of the prison, he whispered into my ear.

“I’m sorry for having to do this, brother,” he whispered. He then dragged my limp body towards the wall and chained my wrists to the wall. The metal was stabbing into my wrists uncomfortably.

“You both make me sick,” I spat, trying to jump towards them, but the chain pulled me straight back. Mother’s face was expressionless, and almost unreadable.

“This isn’t just your punishment for helping the queen escape,” Alisanne said, taking a menacing step closer towards me. “This is how we’re going to get her back.”

“She would never want to come back to this barbaric prison,” I said coldly. “And I don’t blame her.”

“Oh, she will…” Alisanne whispered, taking another step towards me. I tilted my head up to face her in the eyes, showing my anger. No way was I backing down. “When I’m done with you, we’ll have our hands on her again.”