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Nyla's P.O.V
"Nyla?" My eyes slowly opened, my vision fuzzy. I groaned softly. "Ny, I bought you some breakfast." The man's voice says quietly, I lift my hand to rub my eyes, my Dad stands beside the white covered bed. His soft smile warming my heart.
"Breakfast sounds good," My voice sounds funny. Detached. My Dad's eyes fill with tears at the sound. A small black tray is placed in front of me. An oval glass of Orange Juice is placed in the corner, two small rashes of bacon and one egg are placed on a plate in the middle. I lift the cup to my mouth, the cool liquid like heaven flowing down my throat. "Dad? Am I safe now?"
"You're safe, Ny. I love you so much." He falls against the bed and wraps his arms around my shoulders. Clinging to me like his last string of hope. "You're safe." I nod ferociously, telling myself to believe the words.
"How is everyone? Trent and Cleyton?"
"You don't know?" He whispers, eyes wide.
"What? Did something happen to Cley? How long have I been asleep?" My mouth explodes questions, firing them at my Dad. "Can you please get that man who rescued me." He looks at me incredulously. "Please." I push. I know he will tell me the truth. I'll make him. My Dad rushes from the room, I take the time to finish the small meal, placing the tray beside me when I'm done. Several moments later a man walks through the doors, placing himself in a seat about a metre away.
"Good morning, Nyla." I wince at his choice of words but press through it.
"Good morning-"
"Deon." I nod.
"Deon. Um, thank you. Thank you so, so much. I hope you don't mind but I have a few questions that I need you to answer." He nods in agreement, smiling politely for me to continue. "Okay, let's do this. Cleyton. Is he okay? He has to know that none of this is his fault."
"Cleyton is fine." He says, a tad sheepish. My eyes slightly narrow but I choose to ignore it. "He is a little rattled, and although he doesn't say it, he does blame himself. I think only you can talk him out of that one. Everyone else has tried, especially me."
"Okay... What about Trent? Trent Ensen? Where is he?" I question urgently.
"Nyla, it was Trent." I stop. The world froze. Was it Trent? No. Trent would never do that to me. Would he? My mouth drops open and my eyes go wide. 'Don't be silly you are beautiful, Beautiful.' Trent's voice ricochets through my mind. "He, he confessed to me. He got drunk one night and called me, splurging everything. I went straight to Cley, your Dad called the police and I went with him to the factory. Your brother was at football, he didn't know until after practice."
My eyes closed shut. I trusted Trent with my life. I found him at that party. So many times, he could have done something. I shivered in disgust. He touched me that way. Gripping my body, using it for his own escape. Anger ran through my veins. "Where is he now?"
"Nyla-"
"I asked where he was," I growl, jaw clenched.
"We went straight to the factory. Trent fled town as soon as he got the word. Nobody has seen him since." My body goes rigid. He is still out there. Prowling around at night. I shudder, he can still get me.
"How long have I been here?"
"Three weeks. You haven't been stable, dropping in and out. This is the longest you've been awake." I nod automatically.
"Thank you, Deon."
"Of course, I'll send in Cley?" I stare straight ahead, my eyes trained on the wall across the room. I listen to his feet scuffing on the ground as he leaves the cold room. My eye twitches from nerves and I settle back down into the bed, closing my eyes. A couple minutes later the door squeaks open, Cleyton's head pops from around the door. I beckon him over with my hand. The door shuts swiftly behind him. His brown hair is messy and his eyes bloodshot, a cup of coffee has stabilised itself in his hands.
"Hey,"
"Hey."
"Nyla, I am so sorry. We should have just stayed home and watched movies, I should have kept an eye on you. I am so sorry..." His head bows, his thoughts battling with one another. I shake my head.
"It was a pretty sick party." I smile and his head lifts. We both chuckle in remembrance. "Macie must have had a giant hangover." Our laughter fills the small, dark room.
"Yeah, she did. Wouldn't shut up about it. Deon is amazing, isn't he?" He blurts out. I frown confused.
"Uh, yeah. He was pretty cool. Why?"
"Oh," He blushes, embarrassed. "He's my boyfriend."
"Isn't he an ambo? Doesn't that make him, I don't know, old?"
"He isn't an ambo." He chuckles, "But he is a hero." I hear him sigh dreamily, I laugh then fake gag, making Cley swat my leg playfully. "I'm captain of the football team now."
"What? That's great! Did you get that crazy six-pack you were envious of?"
"Psh, of course." We laugh again. It feels good, I've missed this. The sheets ruffle as I try to move my legs to the side of the bed. "What are you doing?" He asks, nervous. I roll my eyes.
"I'm trying to sit up, to give my brother a proper hug," I say, panting between words. My muscles are so weak and I hate it. My legs dangle awkwardly off the edge of the bed and I pat the spot beside me for my brother to sit next to me. My arms encase around his torso and he squeezes me into a tight hug. We stay like this for what feels like a lifetime.
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Just going through an editing names at the moment, sorry if the story is boring for rereaders.
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