Awaken *EDITING IN PROGRESS*

Chapter 19

Kaylin

Giggles and the sound of children playing tugged me from a dreamless sleep. Looking around Hunter's room I saw a window open allowing fresh air and sun light to fill the room. If I wasn't in the situation it would probably bring a gentle smile to my face.

The all to fmailar of hunger and pain began to throb within me. I hadn't eaten since before I was kidnapped, even that was a interrupted meal. Most of my body had a general ache to it, the gash up my arm was what hurt the most. I should really take something for it, but the last thing I wanted was to ask for assistance from my kidnappers.

Renewed with a goal in mind I surveyed the room noticing this time a add on bathroom. My bladder now seemed about to explode I quickly dashed towards the bathroom, slamming and locking it behind me. After releasing my bladder from its torture, I was able to take stock of myself in the mirror. My hair was no longer silk like, but more resembled a birds nest. My skin was pale, my eyes looked sunken in, my lips dry and beginning to crack. Light bruises were clearly formed on my skin, nothing that I wasn't use to that's for sure. I was almost glad Scott wasn't here to see me like this. Wishing that formed a ball of guilt in me, he's actually the only thing I wanted to see right now. Bruises be damned.

Shaking away focus on my horrible looks I started searching through the cabinets for at least some Advil or new bandages. There was plenty of dressings under the sink, I was able to clean and change my gash, looking at it I could see the bite mark under the gash. Remembering Uncle Richard's coworker pinning me against the wall and attacking me. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes but I refused. This was no time to break down, I wasn't out of the woods yet.

I collected and threw away all the trash and moved on to the hunt for Advil. Looking through the smaller cabinets I found nothing, and accepted the small loss. Clean wounds seemed like a fair trade off. Allen didn't like me taking pain pills, it took away from his pleasure. He was in the room during the attack! I wondered how he ended up, it was more of a curiosity than concern. As my time away from him grew, the less I cared of him. No matter how this all turned out, I refused to go back to him or that life.

Laughter once again pulled me to the present, such a innocent sound pulling from bad memories to a bad present. In the span of less than a week my life has changed in ways I only thought happened in books and movies. Not hearing any doors open or close I confidently returned to the bedroom to progress on my appearance. Blood stains tend to stick out when trying to make a escape.

A hoodie would cover most of the blood, it seemed mostly up top, the black covered the stains on the bottom. Searching around I easily found plenty of what I assumed was Hunter's clothes, a section in the back had jackets and hoodies. I grabbed a jacket, it'll cover the blood and me but no one will wonder why I'm wearing one this time of year. Looking at the bottom of the wardrobe I saw some slide on sandals, acquiring these since mine seen to be missing.

Appearances and wounds accounted for, only thing left was my escape. Pushing my hair aside I listened carefully through the door, no longer hearing the footsteps and giggles of little kids, or any other sounds I felt it was safe to go. Holding my breath I opened the door and pushed, not releasing until I was sure the coast was clear. No time to celebrate this small victory I kept my goal in sight. Freedom.

Scott

I drove a fast car that I took from the Company's parking garage, I needed speed. I was faster, but I didn't know what shape Kaylin would be in and may need to drive instead of run with her.

"Oh Kaylin," my heart squeezed. Saying her name it helped, like a weight had been slightly shifted on my chest. Nothing would replace feeling her in my arms again. Taken so quickly, it truly showed how idiotic I was, I had to tell her. Leaving her in the dark a moment longer only endangered her. Threatened the thin line of trust I had with her.