Dalia's POV
Nevada? Could Edge have been lying to me? But why would he lie, he had no reason to?
I had spent the rest of my tuesday afternoon napping and during my time asleep I was brought a TV; thank the heavens. So I had spent Tuesday night watching reruns of old tv shows and the news.
This morning I was brought bread, milk, apple sauce, eggs, and two pancakes with syrup. I also recieved radio along with breakfast.
I wondered why I was being pampered all of a sudden and then I thought maybe my words really got to Edge yesturday and now he is trying to be nice.
I sat and ate the remainders of my breakfast and headed towards the shower; a nice warm and perfect shower.
"I wonder how much longer I will be incarcerated?"
My shower was long and warm and oh so nice. It was as if I felt every water dropplet hit my skin.
Even with the radio and tv this small room was already getting on my nerves. Being locked away here awaiting for someone to find me was quite long and aggitating. I remembed how I could come and go back home in New York; I will never take that for granted ever again.
After my shower I got dressed and let my hair dry. There was really no use blow drying and straightening it, it wasn't like I needed to look cute for anyone.
My solitary was driving me insane. Not being able to talk to Carla or Sandy or Ben. Not even being able to talk to my dad saddend me.
I needed to stay focus, they are trying to crack me for information... But what information are they trying to get at. My father obviously didn't trust me enough to entrust our family skeletons with me so Edge and Fiona were wasting there time.
I sat on the bed and turned on the tv flickering through the 80 something channels that were provided for me. Back in New York I remember the tv channels going up to the thousands; not that I was ever at home to watch tv.
I was to the point were every little thing reminded me of New York and my famil and friends... I don't know how much longer I could take of this.
kyle's POV
I slowly walked out of the pub after two brawny brit's had thrown Ronnie out.
"For God sake's Ron it's only three in the afternoon why are you getting thrown out of bars."
"Shut the hell up." Ron said picking himself up. He had made a spectacle of himself and everyone near was looking in our direction.
"I just voiced my opinion and they they threw me out." Ronnie began to pout like a child. "I guess I forgot that 'This'", Ronnie said pointing to the ground and yelling towards the pub,"Isn't the Great Country of America, and I can't voice my opinions freely."
"Ron shut up before you get us all killed." Mick said looking around.
"No, I will not shut up! They threw me out all because I said soccer was a gay sport, which it is!"
"Ron have you ever even played soccer before?" Gage said looking bored.
"No but just watching it for those three minutes I could tell it was stupid." Ronnie said folding his arms.
"Ronnie, shut the hell up." Gage muttered before walking off.
I followed Gage, kind of tired of Ronnie's temper. Life would be so much easier if Ronnie didn't already think of himself as a Rock Star.
"I actually had seen this coming." I stated walking along side Gage. Mick and Ron had headed off in the other direction so we probably wouldn't be hearing from them for the rest of the afternoon.
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Sex, Lies, and the Drug Game
Aksi(readers discretion advised) Dalia is your typical 17 year old living in Manhattan but what she doesn't know is that she is in great danger. Her father and boyfriend are apart of this huge Mafia and the long night hours has Dalia very suspicious. W...
