Defiance | Book 1 [EXTENDED]

CHAPTER 33

They walked me into a room and shoved sheets and a towel in my hand. The room had an operation bed and a sink. I put the things down onto the bed and walked over to the sink, and turned the handle. Just as I had thought, no water. "Hey guys? There's no water" I called down the hall,

A head popped out of the room three rooms across from me, Calvin, "The bathroom is at the end of the corridor to your left. Turn the water handle to the right and then turn the knob"

"Knob? What is this medieval Britain?"

"Beggars can't be choosy" He shrugged back into his room, shutting the door.

Before I headed out, I arranged the bed, spreading the white sheets across the high surgical metal bed, with a thin mattress. 'Beggars can't be choosy' I kept repeating in my head. As well as can I trust these people? Max hadn't reached me through my thoughts, but maybe because he didn't try. He moved on. Maybe. I hadn't.

The bathroom was old and smelt like chlorine and breath mints. Weird combo. I tiptoed to the rectangular shower which was shielded by a yellow shower curtain hung from a square metal railing above it. I pushed the curtain away after I shut the door and lock it. I slip my clothes off and lay them on the sink counter. I got in and looked at the knobs. This shower system was homemade and built from scratch, a very unstable method of complex pipes pulled water from somewhere. I turned the handle and spun the knob like he said and water slowly trickled through. The water was gentle and there wasn't enough running through but I managed to wash off the grime and rinse the mud off my hair. I pulled the towel from the hanger and wiped myself, put my clothes on and stood in front of the mirror. My hair was a wet mess, but it didn't look so bad. My eyes were red and my lips were chapped but still, for the first time, I didn't think I looked disgusting. I was...okay. My brown eyes seemed lighter, my light freckles seemed tame, the circles under my eyes started to disappear and I kind of looked, normal.

Just then, there was a loud bang on the door, "Open up Rookie! There are thirteen people and one bathroom, you're not special!". Demi.

I wrapped my hair in my towel and opened the door, where I was greeted with a impatient face, "Your highness" She said, bowing sarcastically. What was her problem? I walked past and into my room, after hearing her slam the door shut behind me.