Chapter 6 -Delana

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    I am so exauhsted. Between worrying about Ean and fighting through all the pain, I haven't gotten much sleep.

     I put up a good fight when we got here-where ever here is- and ended up getting knocked out. I woke up in a small dark room starving and shivering. My hands and feet were numb and this tingling sensation started up my arms and legs.

     Some time later-I had no idea how long I'd been in there- three guys walked in and yanked me up. I was numb in most places so I didn't feel it. I could barely stand on my own so they had to hold me up. I was to tired to be embarrased about it.

     They took my to a washroom and gave me new clothes to change into. The clothes were all black. A black, cable knit sweater, and black skinny jeans. No shoes. No socks. I turned all the hot water on and took my sweet time, prefering the burn of the heat to the numbing cold. Once I was clean and dressed I walked out of the room. The three men greeted me. One of them glared at me, I guess he didn't like having to wait on me. They took me into a kitchen. It had a fridge, oven, and a microwave. Plus a sink and a table for six. I wonder who actually uses that table.

     Well, for right now, that would be me. They sat me down, roughly, in an end chair and gave me a plate of steak and green beans. Really? I would've expected slop for a prisoner. Easpecially a prisoner that fights back. There were a several nasty bruises on that bunch.

     I ate, then asked for a drink. They gave me water and I gulped it down like it was the air I needed to breathe. Then asked for more. My throat was burning. It hurt to eat the food because of it, though the green beans did help a little, the steak was super dry. Like jerky dry.

     They took me to a new room outfitted with a king bed, a walk in closet, a plush white rug, and a night table with a lamp. A bookcase stood on one side of the room, and t.v across from the bed. A flat screen t.v. Wow.

"This is your room now, so get used to it. You have an hour to get yourself ready. You will be attending a meeting. Oh, and by the way, we have your brother." I was shocked. By the fact that I was going to a meeting but more so by how he decided to drop that little bomb! All three of them turned and left the room without saying another word, and that left me  alone with my thoughts.

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