Fighting For Love

~Chapter 19~

~Chapter 19~

I gulped and kept my head down, I couldn’t look at them, it hurt too much too. “B-Brodie!” I snapped my head up to them. “W-what are you doing here? Y-you can’t be one of them!”

I winced but stood up. “One of them?” I growled. “How dare you speak as if we are monsters!”

“You are monsters!”

I scoffed and crossed my arms. “How could you say that?!”

“You kill people! I’ve seen your type kill someone before!”

“So? That doesn’t mean we all do! It was probably a Rogue or something!”

“You’re all the same! You are all killers! You are unnatural and monsters! You don’t care for anyone but yourselves and prance around if you own the place! Not caring about the other people around you!” I just stared at them in shock, opening and closing my mouth like a fish, not knowing what to say. I looked down and just listened to the three heartbeats in the room.

Is that really what they thought of me? After all the time that they had known me, they find out one thing and they think this… I looked up at them with tears in my eyes. “You really think that about me?”

I could see the regret instantly on their face but ignored it when I turned my back on then - not before muttering one last thing. “You know, for being a best friend, you really are quick to judge me… You know nothing of our kind; this is what they have fed into your mind!” I growled, watching her flinch.

“Brodie… I-“

“Don’t." I spun around to face her. “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry or you didn’t mean it because I know you meant what you said!” This time when I turned I didn’t look back and just slumped on the ground with Sam, holding me as best he could while I cried.

We had been stuck in these cells for ages, hours turned into days and days turned into what seemed like weeks. People would come in with food, fresh clothes and some of the older kind women would bring buckets of warm soapy water for us to wash up in but it would sting and hurt to wash myself with it. The women would apologise and look at us sympathetically.

I looked down at my arms and legs; they were covered in cuts and bruises. When they came in here, they never asked for information, just abuse us with different things. It would hurt to watch Sam being harmed with them because they had no mercy, they would not stop until we were passed out, bleeding on the ground.

Sam would hold me every time I cried, whispering things into my ear but I think we both knew it was true; we weren’t getting out of here too soon.

The door suddenly opened, making Sam and I flinch with both the light and knowing what was coming. We were both surprised and confused when only one person came stumbling in. Usually two people would be here, but tonight was just one and they seemed a little off. I inhaled and caught a whiff of alcohol.

They were drunk.

They fumbled with their keys, muttering every time they dropped them but when they found the right one, they stumbled over to my cell and unlocked it. I started to panic because they hadn’t bought anything in with them unlike everyone else.

Sam was standing up and growling at the guy who cringed back a bit. “What are you doing?” Sam growled. The guy looked up, pulling off the hood of his jumper and smirked at the both of us.

I gasped when I saw who it was and tried moving back but hit the wall. “Teaching little Brodie over here a lesson or two.” He slurred and took a few steps towards me.