No Lie

Chapter 28

I had lost track of the amount of time I had spent in my cell. I would doze in and out of consciousness and every so often when I would wake up, there would be a glass of water in front of me. I would gulp it down as fast as I could.

I wasn't sure but I could have been in the cell for a couple of days by now. It was hard to tell if the day was over since there were no windows where I was. After my stomach started growling I knew I had been in the cell for a long time. During this time all I had been given was a glass of water every so often but to my disappointment, no food.

It wasn't like I would trust the food if it were to be given, but by now I would have scarfed it down no matter what it was.

Since I hadn't eaten and it seemed to have been at least a couple of days, my body felt really weak.
I spent the majority of the time sitting on the hard cement floor, falling in and out of sleep.

Today, or tonight- I really had no idea what time it was, I had seen a few men pass by my cell. I assumed they were guards. Other than that, I had not seen anyone else.

I almost wished there was someone in the cell next to mine, or anywhere around me, even if they weren't pleasant company.

Sitting alone in the silence was making me go a little crazy. It felt like I had been locked up forever.

I was stuck with my thoughts- which consisted of my family, the pack, and Carter.

Carter

I had put up a wall in my mind to stop thinking about him ever since I had gone home. Now that I was by myself and locked in a cell I let my thoughts wander to him.

Once I had realized I missed him I kind of got scared. I didn't know why I was reacting this way about a person who I had met for such a short amount of time.

I had never met anyone like him, and not just because he was a werewolf.

He made me feel some sort of way. I couldn't describe it, but I had tried to avoid thinking about it ever since I had met him. I guess I was in denial of getting close to someone because that would mean I would have to trust them.

Moving around a lot due to my dad's career had given me little time to make long lasting friendships and at the end of the day the only people I could count on to always be there for me were my parents. Trying to trust and befriend others was hard for me since I knew I would always move eventually, and never see them again.

Once my thoughts drifted to my parents I felt even more homesick. They were probably freaking out because I had disappeared and I couldn't do anything about it.

Thinking about my parents and Carter and everything weighing down on me made me feel sick. I felt homesick but I also was physically hurting. I had a weird pain in my chest.

It had actually started once I got back home to my parents but right now it had grown ten times worse than it had ever been.

I was sitting with my back leaning against the far wall of my cell. My legs were propped up and my arms were wrapped around then.

I felt a single tear run down my cheek and I fought the urge to break down sobbing. Something told me it wouldn't help get me out of here if I did.

I had been lost in my thoughts, like I had been the entire time spent here, when I noticed men walking toward me.

They kept coming until there were about ten of them standing near the entrance of my cell.