I start to walk slowly; my hand trailing along the ledge of the balcony. My eyes aren't on him but I can feel his eyes on me.
"I think your innocent," I finally said. I look down at him and he looks back at me. There's anger in his eyes and I wouldn't blame him. "You have every right to be angry."
"Angry?" He chuckles lightly and I stare at him. "Anger isn't the word." His tone is deep and harsh and he bows his head. I watch as his fists clenches. "If I wanted to, I could break out of these chains and fly off and never show my face back here again.... But I can't. Not when I have people that needs me. That's counting on me." I don't say nothing and he continues, looking up at me. "And now your trying to help me? Your talking to me as if your my equal. Like your standing down here in chains while your own kind is being tortured and you can't do shit about it! And since I'm here in this petty situation that doesn't make sense to begin with, my kind is being killed off!"
I hold my head down. "I do understand."
"No you don't. And you never will, Princess."
"I know what its like to be chained up; unable to save the ones you love, your own flesh and blood. I may not have chains linked to me but I am being held down."
"Held down from what?" He asks. "You have nothing to worry about."
"Bullshit!" I shout at him. All my anger starts to boil up and spill over inside of me. "I worry every night constantly! I can't eat! I can't sleep! I cry every night to myself so my husband wouldn't hear. I pray every night that one day I'll be able to see my babies again! That Jacob didn't hurt them and ki-"
My voice starts to crack and I turn away. The tears that I've kept deep down inside of me. My throat starts to ache and I try to recover myself but the tears keep coming. The sound of chains shuffling and moving comes from behind me and I ignore it.
He killed them...... I know he did.
I cover my face and let out my cries and the pain inside of me. My heart aches and my head starts to pound from my crying. A breeze blows pass me and my hair is blown with it.
My babies......
I try to stop my crying when a warm hand touches my shoulder. Spinning around, I look up at the prisoner; his eyes that was once hard and angry turning soft. He towers over me and I take a step back. He looks at me and I'm pretty sure my cheeks are stained with make up. I wipe at my cheeks and close my eyes.
"I know where they are."
My head snaps up and my eyes widen. My heart starts racing and I grab his arm. "You know where my babies are!?" He nods his head slowly.
"Their at the same place he took my parents," he states and his eyes turn dark and angry again. "He's using them against you."
"Where are they?" I ask, tears stinging my eyes. "Please tell me."
"He-"
"HE'S GONE!" A voice from down below shouts and the sound of foot steps follows. "SOUND THE ALARM! SOUND THE ALARM!!!!"
