The Prophet's Daughter (Black Army Sequel)

Chapter 41- Her Own Worst Enemy

Chapter 41- Her Own Worst Enemy

They spent the rest of the day on the log, talking about what had happened to each of them in the facility and after they were freed. Talking about it made Abbie feel better, like she was ready to let go. When they found them, they were cuddling together to keep warm in the cool autumn night. He was mad, no, he was furious, but she didn’t care. She was ready to come home. She missed her big bed and all the fun times they had.  Of course it never dawned on her that it wasn’t her he was mad at until he had put her in his familiar black car and he was yelling at Jinxx. Abbie looked out the window towards Jess, who smiled back at her. After several minutes, Andy got into the car, his breath heavy. Abbie’s eyes widened and she looked at Jess worriedly. He nodded at her.

“It’s ok,” he mouthed. She nodded and eyed Andy the entire drive to his apartment. By the time they pulled in, she was violently shaking and had dug her nails into her legs so hard she was bleeding. Andy grabbed her arms as soon as he noticed. The girl’s eyes filled with fear.

“Please don’t do that,” he whispered. She nodded and he let go of her arms. They sat in the car for what felt like hours before one of them spoke again.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, looking at him. He glanced at her. “I didn’t mean to do those things. I’m not sure what came over me. Please forgive me.” A small smile lit up across Andy’s face. He wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into him. He’d been waiting for that for a long time. She smiled.

For the first time since she’d been kidnapped, Abbie ate a real meal. She insisted they didn’t have to make her anything special, but Andy and Juliet wouldn’t have it. She ate an entire bowl of salad and a piece of bread, completely filling her shrunken stomach. After they ate, Andy’s seemingly happy air changed and became much more serious.

“Jess told me your plans,” he said, causing Abbie to look up at him, “the ones about exploiting what ever those camps were.” She nodded. “You know, we have access to the people who could hook us up with a TV studio, a few cameras, and a crew.”

“TV? You want to exploit the government on their own broadcasting channels? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? I’ve seen what they could do,” Abbie exclaimed. She covered her ears and shook her head, pulling her legs in tight to her body. “No more, Andy. Please no more. I don’t want to go through that anymore, please,” she whimpered, closing her eyes. Andy put his hand on her back.

“No, none of that’s going to happen. I promise they’ll never touch you again. Jess already said he’s up for it, and we’re working on convincing the others. Abbie, if we get the airtime, we can go on live international television and show the world what happened to you! Those monsters won’t even be able to look at you,” he reassured her. She looked up at him and lowered her hands. She had to admit, it was hard to find any fault in the sincerity of his voice.

“I’ll try it, if it means saving others from having to go through that,” she said after a few minutes. His face lit up again.

“Great! We’re going to serve those bastards a big cold plate of ‘fuck you!’ No one messes with The Black Army,” he exclaimed. Abbie stood up and flashed him a small smile before heading to her room. She laid down in her bed and sighed. Tears fell down her cheeks. It was hard hiding all of her fears, but she was used to having to act like she was fine. She didn’t want to disappoint her brother, even though the thought of even his name made her head ache. She couldn’t let him know. After everything he’d done for her, she couldn’t just tear out his heart. She went to one of her drawers and pulled out a shiny silver piece of metal. She closed her eyes and brought it to her wrists.

“Just one,” she told herself, “don’t get blood everywhere.” She couldn’t help herself. She slid the cold metal over her flesh again and again, until she ended up with ten thin slashes up her arm. She placed the razor back at the bottom of her drawer and ran her finger over the cuts, wincing at the pain. She licked her blood off her finger and closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were gone. She whipped the tears away from her eyes and climbed into her bed.

“If I control the pain, it’ll be easier to hide the fear,” she whispered to herself, running her hand over her wrist reassuringly.