Never Stop Fighting

Chapter 24

(Kent's POV)

My head was about to explode. That summed it up nicely.

I couldn't remember anything that happened after arriving in Montana. And all I could see was a vast darkness that stretched on for miles.

A groan slipped out as I tried to open my heavy eye lids. Even that simple move was exhausting. I felt so weak.

"Kent, you gotta wake up. We are in deep trouble. Come on, man," a voice called out to me. It was full of worry and concern.

That's when I realized, my back was incredibly sore. I was lying on cold concrete.

Where the hell was I?

My head lolled to the side as I tried waking myself up, making me groan again. It felt like somebody was repeatedly slamming a sledge hand into my head. Over and over again.

After a few more attempts, my eye lids fluttered opened and was met with a dark room. Confusion settled in me as my eyes took in the room.

It was a basement with concrete floor and walls. A stairwell rose up to a door that obviously lead out of here.

My eyes took in Max. He was across the room from me and had a collar-like thing around his neck that was chained to the concrete wall. That was when I knew we were ultimately screwed.

"What the hell is going on," I mumbled as I pushed myself up into a sitting position.

A dull clank sound followed, making my eyes fall to the chain hanging from my neck. I grabbed it with my hands and pulled as my eyes followed it to the wall, where it was strongly attached.

   I immediately began to panic as I struggled with the chain, backing myself into the wall. My breath struggled as I took and let out shaky breaths. I was getting nauseous as my prison began spinning.

   "Hey, calm down,"  Max tried to calm me. I shook my head and grabbed my hair, pulling it out in frustration.

   How could we find Dakota if we're stuck here?

   It was too much for me to take in.

   I began rocking forward and backward, still panting.

   "Kent. We found her. Dakota's alive!" He yelled over my wheezing breath, but I wasn't listening to his words. I was too focused on my panic attack to pay attention to what he said.

   "Dakota, get down here!" He yelled and turned towards the stairs.

   I barely the heard footsteps pounding upstairs.

   If we don't get out of this basement she could be gone forever.

   And I couldn't handle that.

   Footsteps ran down the stairs and I still rocked, not even looking up.

  "Kent. You need to calm down," a voice called out, but I ignored it.

  Soft hands grabbed mine and pulled them away from my hair, making my eyes rise.

   My panic stopped all of the sudden. My body froze and I couldn't believe my own eyes.