Traitor (Renji Yomo x Reader) [Continued in a second book!]

One Of Them

A/N: I've been asked if I'd like to add Renji's POV a couple of chapters ago and I think that's a really nice idea. Over the next couple of weeks I'll edit a couple of chapters and add his POV, once I'm done I'll publish an A/N and tell you which ones have been edited (since you don't get a notification, right?) - just in case some of you would like to read that ^.^

Renji's parts will usually be shorter than 'your' parts and more of a little input to give an insight on his thoughts. c:

So here we go:

Introducing Renji's POV!:D

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"Where is she!?" I growled while I strode back and forth in my container.

Taking my phone out, I started dialing her number once again. It's been a week since I last spoke to her and she told me about the cameras.

I was not angry at her, I could never be angry at her for not contacting me, but I worried if I made a mistake or upset her with being so clueless that day. Our conversation ended so abruptly, it kept haunting me.

What if something happened to her? I'm sure she'd pick up the phone or somehow let me know she was alright. Something has to be wrong..

"Reply, c'mon .. Reply" I mumbled as I ended up typing another message.

Whatever happened to her.. I need to save her. I can't let her down again. Not after all she's been through because of me. Urgh.. Shit.. This is probably my fault as well. I should've been more careful.. Should've known that we'd be monitored. Now it's not only my life that's on the line but hers and ou-.. Her babies. I can't let anything happen to them.

Pulling my hair from frustration, I sat down on the corner of my couch and stared at my phone's screen, waiting my screen to light up with her name written all over it.

But it never did. She never replied.

I can't just sit here and do nothing at all.. I have to find her.

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(Your POV)

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Another minute.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It must be 5pm.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

5:01pm. They're late.

Counting the time without looking at the clock became my favorite and only activity. It was boring but at least.. Something.

"Miss, we will open the gate now" a woman spoke to me through speakers.

The door to my cell slowly started opening, letting a lot of light flood the room, hurting my eyes to the point I had to block out the light.

This cell was a living hell. It was dark, the only source of light was a tiny lamp hanging on the wall. Besides that all it had was a very uncomfortable bench that I was supposed to sleep on. No mattress, no other furniture but most of all: nothing to do. All this wasting my life away was already driving me insane and that they were watching me every single minute of every day really stressed me out. At least they let me use the bathroom without watching me.. But in return I had to press a button whenever I wanted to use the bathroom - only then an electronic door leading to it would open.