The Maze Sisters

You must not have your head screwed on right

Ember's P.O.V

"Phoenix." I let out a breath of relief and rushed over to her side, enveloping her in a tight hug.

"Wait hold up." Phoenix spoke, pushing me away.

"You scare the living crap out of me, and then you want to hug me?" She asked with a look of shock.

I laughed but then saw the blank look plastered on her face.

"Wait are you serious?" I questioned, slightly panicked.

She continued to stare at me until she burst out laughing. Now it was my turn to look shocked.

"You should've seen your face." She bent over and slapped her knee.

"Phoenix! You scared me!" I scolded. I attempted to maintain a stern face but couldn't stop a slight smile to form on my lips.

I quickly frowned again. How is this a laughing matter?

"Phoenix, what were you doing with that guy?" I can't believe she was giggling with him as if they've known each other forever. These people are probably crazy. They could even be the ones that put us here!

"What do you mean?" She asked sheepishly.

"You know what I mean. What are you thinking? Did you all of the sudden go brain dead?! You don't even know who these people are or what's happening, and you're laughing with them?" I whispered harshly.

Phoenix looked taken aback.

"I know, I know." She said and looked away.

She suddenly looked back at me with a quizzical face.

"Actually, I don't know, Minho just seemed so... familiar somehow. I know I shouldn't have laughed with him, but I couldn't help it."

I sighed. "Listen, I'm sorry. We just need to be careful. I don't trust any of these guys... not yet. And you can't either, got that?"

"Yes mom." She said in a high pitched voice. It was dark, but I could just see that annoying smirk plastered on her face.

I need her to be with me on this. If she's not, I don't know what I'll do.

Phoenix's P.O.V

I stare hollowly at the shadowy wall of the slammer, examining its wide cracked structure.
How long has it been?

10?
11 hours maybe?

The boy who I remembered as Newt, came and delivered us food twice. He slid it through the small window as I gaped at the portion. Half a piece of wheat bread, two apple slices and an orange wedge for Ember and I.

How dare they assume girls are light eaters!

My stomach growls a low pitched moan probably directed at the boys for being so skimpy on our portions.

The food was also delivered with two metal cups full to the top with water. I picked up the metal cylinder, raised it to my lips and let the warm liquid make it way down my dry throat.

I glanced over at Ember, who had a blank and distant look in her vacant eyes. She had her head leaned back against the hard wall and her hands folded in her lap.

Her food sat, untouched beside her and just the sight of it turned my stomach grumbling up to full volume.

She turned her head at the sound and answered my unasked question.