I'm Not Yours

Chapter 2, Jail. Perfect

"Ugh...." my head, arm and hip all scream in agony. Not to mention I feel like I just slept for 3 weeks. As soon as I turn over to get more comfortable my hip flares.

"Oh God. Have mercy,"

Yesterday comes flooding into my thoughts like a tidal wave. At least I think it was yesterday. Finn! What did they do to Finn?! God, no. I prayed, he is so innocent and sweet. He can't, they can't.... My eyes open. I need to get out of here. Wherever here is. Looking around I'm in pretty much the most cliche place ever for anyone in my position. I'm in a cell. Great, just great. Complete with the complementary darkness, bars, and musty smell of death. At least I think it's death. I wonder if they even remembered to add the always hopeless old dude that's been here for centuries. Nope, just me in here. Great.

I have to get to Finn! Slowly, I stand up-ish. Leaning against the cell wall I use my non-injured arm to support me. Tears blur my vision, I can't walk with a broken hip, or a bruised hip, or a whatever. It's not plausible. If anything, it'll make it worse. I have to though, Finn. Taking a deep breath I try. Empathize try, my hip gives out and I fall. Dang it hip!

Why? Why me? Everyone in the damned earth and they choice me. Why were they even in my house? We live in a casual part of the city. Not rich, not poor, somewhere in between. We had nothing special for them to steal. No reason they should be there.

I look up at the 'door'. I feel like I'm in jail. Which, to be fair, I probably am. Slowly crawling over to the door I pull my self up, painfully. Jiggling the door I push my weight into it. It doesn't budge, honestly I didn't think it would. Why would it? What's the point of a cage that doesn't keep it's objective in it. I groan as I pull myself up. Where's the lock? My fingers graze over the outside of the cage. My arm is digging into the bars. I can't find a lock. I must have searched for one for a few hours before I finally give up on the lock. Collapsing onto the floor.

Blondie said he wouldn't hurt Finn. He can't have hurt Finn. I close my eyes before curling up into a fetal position. My body hurts, my head hurts, my heart hurts. I hope and pray that Finn is alright. Who knows what Blondie's word is worth. At this point, it could be worth gold, or it could be worth dirt. Who knows what he could have done to Finn if he didn't obey his word. All he had to do was push me aside for my bones to break. At least I think they are broken, they certainly feel like it.

I'm physically spent from trying to find the lock so I close my eyes. Before I fall asleep the last thing I see is Finns scared face.

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My stomach growls so loud I'm pretty sure who ever is keeping me captive can hear it, wherever they are. It's been probably around 3 days and they still have yet to make an appearance. Why would you kidnap someone and leave them to rot? I can't tell how long it has been, as far as I know it could be only a day since I've been here. That is, if I wasn't so hungry.

"Ughh," I groaned aloud. I still don't know why I am here. My stomach groans like every other minute, and my head, arm, and hip are throbbing along with my heart like it's the next big song. I've tried so many times I've lost count to get out of here and to be honest, I'm kinda pissed off.

The sound of a door opening echos through what sounds like a long hall, interupting my inner monolog. I sit up. If they came for me, which is the biggest possibility since I'm the only one here, there's no way I'm going to be laying down when it happens.

"You'll regret it!" a guy's voice fills the silence. Occupied by the sound of him struggling. "He'll find you, and when he does he'll give you hell!" the guy screams as the sound gets closer.

Who'll find them. Though to be honest, I hope whoever does. Maybe they'll help me get out too.

Another guy, whom I'm assuming is shoving this guy into this hell, mutters a quick, "Yeah, yeah." followed by the sound of throwing the guy into a cell. A click quickly following.

"He'll find you!" the first guy yelled again before getting really serious. "You don't mess with the Alpha,"

"Whatever," the guard replied with a nonchalant, monotone voice.

Whoever it is, that guy doesn't seem really scared. Maybe he won't find us. My heart kinda deflates at that thought.

"Hey, who's the other dude in here?" yet another voice joins in.

"Some girl Jake brought in. We're not to get near her," the first guard replies.

"Yeah, what's he gonna do if I do?" dang, someone's cocky.

"I wouldn't. He's the Beta, his word goes. Unless you wanna end up a rouge. He was pretty adamant that we don't go near her," the first guard warned.

What is he talking about? I have no idea what a beta is, and I'm pretty sure a rouge is just a fancy name for 'I'm done with this crap I'm leaving'. I could be wrong though.

"Ya, whatever. Lets just leave. It smells like crap in here," The second voice replies. Quickly followed by the sound of feet walking before a large slam of a door.

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Ya know, it wouldn't smell like crap in there if you cleaned it every once in a while....

xoxo~Knight

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