Breaking Free

Chapter 31

"My what," I choke out, completely taken off guard.

"Are you deaf? I said she was your sister," Clint spits.

I have a sister. Forget all the anger I have toward my parents for abandoning me- she never did anything wrong. She has probably been completely oblivious to this her whole life.

"You have nothing against her. It's my parents you want- and me. Just let her go and take us," I whisper, my spirit broken.

"I thought you'd say something like that. So I'm prepared to give you an option. I plan on being a generous captor," he darkly chuckles.

"You play it fast and loose with the word generous," I whisper so no one hears.

"You have two options. Option one, we kill your family- that includes both parents and your sister. Option two-" he lingers on the words, cruelly toying with my mind. I want to tell at him to just say it.

He probably is going to say that they kill me instead of them. I'd take that option in a heartbeat. Yes, I'm scared to die, and yes, I am so unbelievably angry at my parents for deserting me. But they are my family. Given the option, I'd die in their place.

"Now Taylor, I've been observing you for a few weeks now. There are few things I've noticed that you are attached to. That's probably due to your tragic childhood as a foster child- you didn't want to get to close to anyone because they'd send you back to child services eventually," Clint chuckles.

"What are you, a shrink," I spit, struggling against my restraints. he continues, ignoring me.

"But you do have things you are attached to. So, if you want to save your family you have to take option two. And option two is that you let them die," he informs me sinisterly, gesturing to something behind him. I turn my gaze to the shadows, and take in a sharp breath at the sight if their unconscious bodies.

"No," I shout, letting tears consume me completely. I can't.

"Kill me please," I cry. "Let them all go. Please."

"That's not a fair trade Taylor. I'm all about fair," he sneers.

"Please," I choke out, hanging my head.

"I'll give you an hour. One hour. We'll be in the next room- don't bother trying to escape," Clint warns, before leaving with Jones.

I can't do this. Oh god, I wish I were dead. I wish I never agreed to Chief Peter's plan. I wish my life wasn't so damn complicated.

I wish I didn't have to make this choice.

Because if I chose the first option, I'll lose my parents, and my sister who I never got the chance to know. That alone is too hard to bear.

But the second option- if it's possible, the second option is worse.

Because I'd lose the two most important things in my life- Ezhno.

And Carter.

A/N

Please don't hate me. Please, please don't hate me.

I'm sort of glad you guys don't know where I live because if you did I'd be scared for my life.

I will update ASAP I PROMISE.

Please don't hate me.