Chapter 21
I finally felt myself floating back to consciousness. I blinked my eyes open, clearing my vision. I was still in Kali’s room, but I was tied to share. I tried to pull my arms apart but they were bound behind me. Even both of my ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. I struggled as hard as I could, but there was no way I was getting out of the restraints. I let out a small sigh as I tried to remain calm.
The effects from whatever Kali had injected me with remained. I still felt dizzy and lightheaded. I wondered what this was all about. I knew Kali didn’t like me, but to knock me out and tie me up showed me she was more insane than I had previously given her credit for. My blood began to boil with anger. Not only at her for doing this to me, but at myself for being so trusting of her and not leaving the room when I knew I should have.
Kali walked into the room, high heels clinking on the floor. She walked around me, amused. I tried not to struggle or fight. I didn’t want to show her that I was beyond terrified of what she might do to me. I faced forward, mouth in a straight line. I didn’t want to give her any satisfaction. I was so angry. I knew I couldn’t look at her I would hardcore struggle to get out of the chair and that would just be more entertainment for her.
“Poor little Ramona,” she spat in my ear, “All tied with neither of her boy toys to save her. How does it feel to be all tied with nobody here to save you?”
When I didn’t answer she got into my face.
“Answer me, bitch!” I still refused, so she pulled out a knife and held it to my neck, “Answer me!”
“I hate you.”
“Hate me?” She smiled, “But you don’t even know me. Oh that’s right, you hated me from the second I walked in and stole Louis’ and Arnold’s attention away from you. Because poor little baby Ramona has to have attention all the time.”
“What do you want from me?”
“What do I want from you?” She smirked, “Nothing. I don’t want anything from you. But other people do. And I do as I’m told.”
“What are you talking about?”
“This is all way bigger than you know.”
“You’re crazy!” I nearly shouted.
“Let’s play a little game where you don’t talk unless instructed by me.”
“Someone will be home soon, you know,” I said, trying to get her to realize she was insane, “John just took the boys shopping and Lisa just ran to work for a bit. Someone will be home soon and then they’ll see what you’ve done.”
“I’m not afraid of them. Any of them,” she said, getting sidetracked, “And I said no talking unless I say!”
“Do you miss home?” I turned my head away, but she began to dig the knife into my neck, “Answer me!”
“Yes.”
“Do you miss all your little friends?”
“Yes.”
“You left poor Maryn all alone to fend for herself.”
“How do you know about Maryn?”
“I told you this is all bigger than you know! And quit talking out of turn! Maryn misses you too. Although she has been making some friends while you’ve been gone.” She grinned and I just shook my head, unable to figure out how she knew all this.
“What about Benson? Do you miss him?” My heart began to race. How could she know about all this? And if she knew about Maryn and Benson what else did she know about my life in the Division?
“Answer me!” I turned my head away from here and felt the sting of the knife again.
“Yes,” I said, quietly.
“Hmm. That’s funny,” she smiled, “He’s been getting along pretty well without you.”
“What do you want from me?”
“What do I want from you? I want to tell you about all the boys you have wrapped around your pretty little finger.”
“I do not have anyone wrapped around my finger…except maybe Benson.”
“Well you got the first one, but that one was easy. Benson. Next there’s Louis.” My heart raced. She had to have heard Arnold say he had crush on me earlier.
“No. Louis is just a friend.”
“Just a friend to you, maybe. But to him? He would do anything for you.”
“That’s what friends do. But you wouldn’t know that, would you? I can’t imagine you having very many friends.”
“Shut up!” She dug the knife in again, “Finally there’s Arnold.”
“Arnold?” I nearly laughed, “No.”
“He’s always there. Always saving you. Always making sure you’re safe.”
“That’s because he feels it’s his job. He saves Louis too. He thinks he has to save the world.” I didn’t know I was telling her all that. It’s not like you could reason with a crazy person.
“You have an excuse for everything, don’t you? You know, you’re right. You were wrong about one of those guys.”
“Oh,” I said, “And who was that?”
“Benson,” she smiled, “You never told me what a good kisser he was.” That was it. Something in my snapped and I began fighting back, pulling as hard as I could on all my restraints.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about! You don’t even know Benson!”
“Oh, I don’t, do I? What if I told you that he’s been looking for you? Him and Maryn. And here I am, helping him find you, but you’re so ungrateful!”
“You’re lying!” I screamed, “You have no proof!”
“Proof?” She smiled, cunningly, “Oh, but I do. What would you say if I said I could prove to you that they’ve been looking for you?”
“I’d say what I’ve said all along…You’re crazy!”
“Oh, Benson,” Kali called in her high pitched voice.
“What?” I struggled, but in the doorway a shadow appeared. A shadow that looked like Benson, but it couldn’t be. This had to be some sort of trick, didn’t it?
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Faultless
Teen Fiction15 year old Ramona Barlow thought she had the perfect life. Until one day she woke up outside the the wall to her "perfect little town," with the last two people she ever expected to become part of an escape group with. First there was Louis, her lo...
