A Soft Devil (COMPLETED)

Chapter 63

Yesterday wasn't as bad as I thought it would be because Gabe was too focused on trying not to kill Bobby for not killing Veronica. Bobby confessed before Gabe could get his hands on any of us. I was bewildered at the goodness of Bobby because I thought he was for sure brainwashed by Gabe's cruel intentions.

In the middle of the night that same day, Owen told us he went to talk to the guys. I asked how they were doing, but he shook his head at me saying its best that he doesn't say. I zoned out after that as everything else was irrelevant coming from his mouth. I turned my back to him, and slept knowing they were coming the next day to save us. To end this torture, so I could get back to my normal life. My life with Grayson in Philly. I was more than ready to move down there after this.

Morning came slower than usual. Owen woke us up around the time the boys were suppose to come. He un cuffed us and told us to stay put, so he could scan the house. When Gabe was asleep and everything was clear, he told us to sit in the kitchen. He said to pretend as if we just woke up from a long night, and he was about to serve us breakfast. My heart was racing with excitement at seeing Grayson. I couldn't wait to jump in his arms and have this all be over. Have this nightmare come to an end.

Our breaths hitched and Owen's neck snapped to the side when we heard Gabe walk in. No! He was suppose to be asleep! He never wakes up this early. How could he wake up when we didn't even make a sound? Something was up.

"Good morning everybody," Gabe chirped before taking his seat at the table.

We all sat stiff and unweary of why Gabe would be up this early. We also wondered where Bobby was because he was usually standing against the doorframe in the morning. We all began to look away from him after we said good morning.

"So what are you cooking this morning Owen?" Gabe asked reading his newspaper like this was normal.

"Oatmeal," Owen said.
He was trying to stay as calm as possible, but his body wasn't matching his tone, and I'm sure Gabe could tell. He hummed and flipped a page.
"Lina how far along are you?" Gabe asked.

"Ten weeks," she said, but it nearly sounded like a whisper.

"Any baby names?"

Tension in the air was thick, and by Lina's face I could tell she wanted to tell him to leave her alone, but she going to risk it. Not on our last day.

"No."

"Breakfast is served!" Owen said before Gabe could ask her another question.

He put all our plates down in front of us before going back in the corner. I was too nervous to eat. Something didn't feel right. Something's not adding up to why Gabe would be up this early, and why Bobby's not in the doorway.

"Cindy you should eat," Gabe told me when noticed I wasn't eating.

"I'm not a breakfast person."

"That's terrible for your metabolism."

"So I've been told."

"So then you should eat?"

I pushed away my bowl. "I'm fine actually."

I could tell he was getting angrier at my refusal. He must've thought that molesting me and beating the shit out of me would kill my spirit, but it didn't. I fought back just as hard, and I was willing to do it again.