Chapter 15

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Skyar's P.O.V

I was shaken awake by Ben. He told me to get up and ready. He said to pack lightly and to meet him in the dining room in ten. I groaned in response, when he was gone I got up and looked at the backpack he left me on the floor. I'm going to be gone a month and he gives me a backpack? He's insane.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and hair. I then got dressed and started packing. Even though I knew they would have bathroom essentials there I still put all of my stuff in there. I then went to Carmon and asked if she had any books I could take with me. I wasn't much of a reader but I thought it would be something to do. She gave me two leaving her with only one. I thanked her and gave her a hug goodbye.

"Be safe and try to eat something, even if you have to rebel," she whispered in my ear. I giggled and nodded, I started to tear up a bit so I left.

I went to the kitchen and noticed Cassidy made brownies. I was a little upset that Rylie wasn't with her but I knew she wasn't allowed to be around Cassidy. Cassidy handed me a bag that held half of the brownies with a sad smile. I put them in the backpack and gave her a hug.

Last but not least I went to say goodbye to Rylie. I found her in her room making string bracelets. I couldn't imagine how bored she must have been. I went and gave her a hug. I pulled away and headed for the door.

"No one blames you you know." Rylie said before I could make it out the door.

"Thank you but none of us would be in this mess if it wasn't for my stupid idea," I said almost tearing up again.

"You did it because you were trying to help, you were trying to save all of us. We knew the risks, you can't blame yourself without blaming the rest of us."

I gave her a sad smile and walked out. I went to the dining room where I found Ben stuffing his face with brownies. He smiled at me with chocolaty teeth and stood up, bringing two brownies with him.

We got in the car and Ben let me sit in the front this time. Maybe it's the fact that he knows I won't wake up wanting to kill him this time though.  We drove in an awkward silence, not knowing what to say. It was probably twenty minutes before he said something.

"You should try to get some rest, the trip will go faster," he said turning on some music.

I made the seat go back but couldn't find myself falling asleep. I couldn't help but wonder what I would have to do. Maybe they don't let you sleep, maybe the rooms were like prison sells, maybe they feed us only a small salad every meal. I found myself drowning in maybes and fell asleep to the rocking of the truck.

I woke up to Ben opening my door. He must have thought he was real funny. I fell out of the truck but didn't hit the ground. Ben and caught me under the armpits and made me stand. I faced him and glared but he just gave me a goofy smile. It blows my mind how such an idiot is in a gang.

Carmon's P.O.V.

Once I was all set up in the laundry room I sat on the cot and looked out the window. It was crazy that not too long ago I was leaving this room thinking I never had to look at it again and now I can't leave it for a month. I didn't have my computer but I still have a mini fridge. A couple of hours ago Skylar had left. shortly after Damon came in telling me a few things.

He said he would being me one book every week. He also gave me a journal and a couple pencils. He said he couldn't do much for me but that he hoped I was fine with what he could offer. I told him I was very thankful, I gave him a hug. It took him a couple seconds to hug back but he did. I smiled into his chest and pulled back. He left and I am now thinking of what I should use the journal for.

I am thinking I will use it for letters. I will write letters to everyone I want to talk too. I can't send them of course but I can at least write what I want to say that I otherwise couldn't. I can write to my family, to the other people in this house, to my old roommates, or even to that cute guy who made my malt at Dairy Queen a few months ago.

Cassidy's P.O.V.

Rylie is a mess, I just know it. It has only been three days so far. I should have fought more to keep us together but I didn't want to make things worse. I can hear her cry at night in the other room. I know things will be better after the week when we can see each other but she has troubles sleeping when she isn't in the same room as me. Up until we got kidnapped we have always shared a room, our room was everything to us.

We had our walls covered with photographs of all the things we have done together back at home. We have always cooked together also. Now we have to alternate every meal as to who cooks. When she makes a meal one of the guys comes to give me my food up in my room. The same goes for when I'm cooking, Rylie eats in her room. When it's Ben who brings food he lets us pass notes. It feels like grade school but more complicated.

Rylie's P.O.V.

Even though we get notes to each other I still feel lost without Cassidy. She is doing fine and she misses me, she says only two more days and we will be able to see each other again. I am surprised it has only been five days, it feels like we haven't seen each other in months. Not only am I worried about Cassidy but I'm worried about the other girls too. I wouldn't be surprised if Skylar is dead from the way they fed her last time. Cassidy had wrote to me and said she had sent her with brownies.

Carmon hasn't been upstairs in five days, she will be down there for about twenty-five more. I miss her a lot and I don't know what she does down there. I know she is living in the laundry room but that isn't the same as a bedroom, she is a tough girl though I have faith she will be alive by the end of the month.

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