*Ben's POV*
Life has been rough. The guards push us. Yell at us. Hit us. I've had to stop two different guards from beating Sally. I hated seeing that happen. All she would do was drop a few weapons because they were too heavy for her 8 year old form. She couldn't help it. Then, the guards would yell and usually hit her too the ground and kick her. That's where i would come in at. I didn't like seeing Sally being yelled at, but when she was in physical pain, someone was gonna die.
Four months so far. Without all the guys and Cynthia... I missed them, but i missed her more. I guess that's what happens when you love someone. They're on your mind constantly. There's not a day that goes by... Four damn months without her...
"hey, you lazy fuck! Get back to work!" A guard yelled. I went back to carrying spears and knives and swords back to the army barracks. Yes, there were barracks. There was a war going on. We didn't really know any details, but we knew that it was serious. That's part of the reason Zalgo created the households that we live in. He wanted groups of us in differebt places so if one of the groups were found, there would be others incase he ever needed backup. I miss the mansion. This place is nothing like the mansion. Everyone is rude. They yell alot. They're not a family. They're an army.
"Hi Ben." Sally said sadly after we were sent back to our cell.
"hi Sally. Everything ok?"
"yeah..." She drifted off. Something was wrong.
"Sally," i say while looking her straight in the eye. "you can tell me anything."
She didn't say anything. She had her arms folded behind her back. Slowly, she held her hands up for me to see. multiple fingers were broken on each hand.
"Sally, why didn't you say anything?"
She didn't say anything. She just looked away from me. I reached for her hands, but she jerked back and shook her head.
"N-No Ben. No."
"Sally, it has to be done. You won't be able to use them."
Sge kept shaking her head, but let me take ahold of her hands. They were so small. I clenched my jaw as i pushed each of them back into place. It broke my heart. She screamed in pain as tears flowed down her face. They left wet streaks on her cheeks and i nearly cried myself. After that, she held her hands close to her chest and kept screaming "i want to go home!"
I knew i couldn't comfort her. She needed all of us and there was only one. But still, i sat beside of her and let her cry in my arms. I guess only one brother would have to do this time. After an hour or so, she cried herself to sleep. I wouldn't be able to take this. I couldn't have her getting hurt. Getting yelled at. Crying herself to sleep. She was like a sister. Oh, fuck that. She Is my sister and i won't stand for this. Maybe she could get out of here... Perhaps i could do both our jobs and she could go back. The only downside was that they might make ne stay even longer. And what about Cynthia? Is she doing ok? Is she safe? I want her. I want her with me. No, not with me. I want to be with her, back at the mansion. I want to hold her and know that we're both safe whenever we're together. It was painful, remembering all our conversations. And even more painful remembering all our arguments.
I wish i could take all the arguments away. All the things i did wrong. All the times that i wasn't there when i should've been. If i was there whenever Jeff came into her room, then none of this would've happened.
I wouldn't be stuck in this prison, worrying about my girlfriend and brothers. I wouldn't be here having to calm a child down because she was abused. I wouldn't be sitting here with a mind full of regrets.
