When Rules Are Destroyed

On the Tip of the Tongue

Nevaeh's POV

I felt as if someone was carrying me, I opened my eyes for split second before closing them once more for the sunlight was bright. I didn't remember it every being this bright in my room when I laid down. I then was back asleep before I knew it.

'Where the fuck am I?' Was the first thing that I had thought when I opened my eyes. It was dark and cold, I couldn't see a thing. I tried to push myself up to walk and find a light switch but only to stop by my hands that seemed to be tied together. It was in that moment I knew something bad had happened and that I wasn't in the safety of my home. The only advantage I could see that I had is my hands were in front of my body. I moved my feet to find that they were free, I got up trying to remain balance I lost with my hands tied together. Quietly and slowly walking trying to feel anything on the ground in which I can use to free my hands. As I heard a noise my heart rate sped, I was scared; I didn't know what or who was out there. I ran as quietly as I could to what I thought I woke up at when I fell onto a soft mattress and closed my eyes pretending I was still asleep. God most have been looking out for me as for when I closed my eyes, I heard the door creak open and light fell onto my face. I tried to remain as relaxed I could manage.

"Are you awake my princess? It has been three days since I have brought you home. You're going to love it here; it's where you and I are going to have lots of babies. They'd have most of your traits; they'll grow and have their childhood in the dark just like their father had. Though it seems like you're still resting, you'll need the rest since you'll be traveling with me tomorrow!" the door then creaked again and the light was gone from my face.

'I know that voice! Whose voice was it? It's on the tip of my tongue; I know that man's voice! What does he mean I will stay here? Brody won't let that happen, I'm sure he's out looking for me right now!' I just wanted to sit and cry about what is happening to me but I can't I have to stay strong for my babies at home and the one inside me now. My hands flew down to my stomach holding and cradling my baby as best as I could, getting up once more and looking around for something to get me free.

Brody's POV

It has been three days, I have slept literally five hours for the past 72 hours. I had called the police within minutes of realizing what had happened. The cops had showed up within 15 minutes of the phone call, I had called my parents and they were getting the next flight out here to help. Amelia was over helping to take care of the kids while I talked to the police. They had no leads so far, as each day passed my stomach was dropping more and more.

"Brody, son, you have to sleep. You haven't slept more than five hours the past few days. The kids need their father during this time, you haven't been here. Go upstairs and rest, I will wake you if we find out anything new." My father spoke to me in a tender voice, making me feel how tired I really was and how much my body needed sleep. I walked upstairs and into the bedroom and just stared at the bed, I knew I wouldn't sleep that much but I would just lie down and see what happened.

Nevaeh's POV

I looked everywhere, well more like felt everywhere to find anything that would work for my advantage, but no such luck. I felt my way to the bed and laid down on the mattress, I turned and faced away from where I thought the door was and fell asleep thinking of my children and Brody.

'Nevaeh.. hey sweetie, you have to wake up. Damn it Nevey! Wake up! Jesus you're freezing, it's as if you were sleeping outside all night.' My eyes opened to find the room lit up and Ame was standing at my right. I was at home, in my bed! Oh thank god it was just a dream!

'Oh Ame, I'm so freaking glad to see you! I had the most horrible dream. I was locked in a dark and cold ass room I thought I was kidnapped but it was a dream!' I got up and the next thing I know Amelia and I were in the art room painting on her latest creation. I looked down and it was a hole in the ground. Just a hole, why I drew a hole, I don't know.

While Amelia and I were looking at the painting Mr. Dawson speaks up, 'Alright class we have 45 minutes left of the period, when we have about ten minutes left start cleaning up.'

'What do you think it is?' I had asked Ame after Dawson stopped talking.

'I don't know, did you know that you were drawing it? Or were you just spacing out and painting?' she had asked.

'Yea I was just spa-' I was cut off by Mr. Dawson.

'That looks like the well that my parents had. I saw it once or twice growing up when we were on our way into town.' He spoke as if he could see it now in real life.

'You think it's a well Mr. Dawson?' Amelia had asked the question that was on my mind.

'Yes. I do.' His answer was abrupt and rude. He was looking at my best friend as if she was a parasite. My eyes were glued to his back as he turned around and sat down at his desk working on something.

'That was weird; do you think it could be a well Ame?' I had asked keeping my voice low so he couldn't hear what we were saying.

'That wasn't weird that was fucking scary! I didn't even hear him walk up to us... and I see it now, yea it could be a well.'

'But do you think it's... his... well?'

'Shit babe, idk. Why would you paint up something like that though? Does it have any significant meaning to you? Like have you been here?!' She was asking way too many questions I couldn't keep up.

'I don't know, I don't know, and I don't know. Ame why have I drawn this!? And why am I so cold?!' I was freaking out and shivering like a mad woman until I felt a blanket being put on top of me. I looked around and on my arms expecting to see a blanket of some sort on me but there wasn't. Looking around again I see that everyone in the classroom I gone. It's just Mr. Dawson and I.

'You're very beautiful Nevaeh, your skin, your hair, everything it's so soft and smells so good.' he was then standing behind me brushing my hair and sniffing it as it comes up from the brush.

I jumped as my eyes opened to reveal a dark room the one from the dream I thought I dreamt. I felt fingers and a brush in my hair and my whole body was shaking from freight. I knew that I knew that voice; from the tip of my tongue I knew it. I turn my head and come face to face with Mr. Dawson brushing and sniffing my hair.

Okay sorry guys for the late update! I feel terrible but at least this is something!(: It may be short but hopefully it's good!

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