Broken Walls [COMPLETED]

Chapter Sixteen

"Nothing." He says. "You're leaving." My heart skips a beat. "What?!" I yell so loudly that I hear ravens fly away from their nests above us. "Your brother already left and if this turns into an war, they'll figure out who you are." Speechless and shaky, I stand up. "But-but" He cuts me off. "This is it. After this, its over. Either we live or they do. I just won't allow either if those to be an option for you." I feel a mix of anger and sadness. "I already found a girls only boarding school out of the state that will keep you safe. I was going to have Ryann take you to the airport tomorrow morning." A boarding school? For my senior year? Out of the state? I couldn't allow this, Landon had no control over me. "I'm staying right here. I'm going to help you fight!" I say, stomping my foot.

"This isn't an argument, Carmen." He says, looking around as if there was someone watching. "But I can help! I can fight! I can-" "I almost lost you last time. I won't dare do that again." He says. With that he stomps off, with me following close behind. He was headed back home, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take of him trying to protect me like I was some defenseless kid. As we walk, it seems Landon gets more and more cautious until finally, "Get down!" He orders. But it was too late. I had already been punched in the stomach. I doubled over and fell flat on back. "Carmen!" Landon yells for me. I look up to see him fighting with three wolves at once. It was overwhelming for him, I could tell. But he still fought on, winning at that.

Eventually a wolf dives into his side, knocking him to the ground. A human comes out of nowhere and picks me up, forcefully throwing me over his shoulder. I cough and wheeze, trying to grasp my breath. But I had no control over myself, I was blacking out. I flailed my arms and screamed, in a weak attempt to stay awake. "Sorry, kid. But Grayson says its for the best." My kidnapper says as he runs off from the scene, leaving Landon to fight to the death. Just before I passed out, I was able to recognize who was carrying me, and not one bit did I like it. I was Henry, my body guard from the night of my swearing into oath.

When I woke up, I was sprawled about in a dark, old-fashioned chamber with chains on both my hands to keep me restricted. "Help!" I cried out. "Someone help me!" There was a wooden door with a keyhole on it. I was locked down, and locked in with no chance of escaping. There is a click at the door and it swings open, slowly. "Well, well. Who would've thought that Landon's little girlfriend was one of us?" A man chuckles to himself. He looked about Landon's age, but a whole lot uglier. He had scars on his face, and yellow teeth, smelling strongly of alcohol. It was Grayson.

Behind him were standing to guys, a bit younger. One was a young southern looking boy with teeth, so brown that they could have fallen out at any moment. "Spencer, Patrick." Grayson summons. "Why don't we show our guest her little friend." The two boys do as they are told and unchain me, getting a tight grip on each of my arms. I am rudely escorted down a flight of stone stairs to where I am presented in a jail looking room. They push me to one cell and force me to look inside. There sitting with his back facing me, was Jordan. He turned around slowly and revealed his health condition. It was clear he had been beaten, and starved. "Jordan." I say with a weak, raspy voice as my eyes filled with water and blurred my vision.

"Carmen." He says, as his anger was replaced by sheer devastation. "What have the done to you?!" I cry out, struggling under the force of the two body guards. My heart broke in half at the sight of Jordan. I cared for him like he was my son. I loved him more than anyone could ever imagine. Grayson clapped slowly and sarcastically as I tried to break free from Spencer and Patrick. "Love is a beautiful thing isn't it, Ruth?" I blinked tears away and gave up. I lost feeling in my legs as I melted away. The only thing keeping me up was the strength of the two men holding me.

Grayson walked in front of me, obstructing my view from Jordan as I wept. He raised my head, with his index finger on my chin and forced me to look at him. "Isn't it?" He smiled before laughing and walking away. Spencer lets go and digs in his pocket, pulling out a key. Patrick takes a secure hold and both my arms as his companion opens Jordan's cell door. Before I know it, I am rudely pushed inside, and the door closes behind me. I fall to my knees, grabbing hold of Jordan and resting my head on his. He holds me tightly back as I cry in his frail arms. I felt horrible for being so weak in front of him, but I couldn't hold it back.