Broken

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Disobedience has a price

Sweat dribbled down my face as I jumped up from the floor I lay on high alert even now the nightmares still haunted me.

I had been in this cell for three days surely they would let me out now. To be honest I don't think I could take anymore.

In the cell next to me was the man I had helped bring in. I watched the man sleep he looked so peace at ease but I knew different I had heard his sobs all the way through the night after he was flung back in here. Jackson had made sure to make me watch as he burned half his face. I shut my eyes tightly I wouldn't cry, I couldn't.

I could never find peace when I was awake I had to watch him being tortured in the worst ways known to man this was Jackson way of punishing me. When I finally fell asleep I was tortured by memories of the past.

I would never be free and neither would the man in the cell next to me. Maybe that's why I felt oddly connected to him.

Tonight he would die. They would kill him after interrogation the longest you lived was another night. This was his last few moments and he knew.

I felt a few tears escape. He was going to die and it was because of me. I could have saved him the pain and torture if I had put a bullet through the back of his head if I had followed the order given but I didn't.

I couldn't.

And now Jackson was teaching me a lesson.

A lesson of disobedience.

"Those who disobey orders are faced with the consequences, consequences you have caused. For disobedience is not tolerated here and all actions have deadly consequences. You do well to remember that."

Just then the man started to wake up.

He looked in his late thirties or early forties. I wondered if he had children, a wife who would be frantic with worry. My heart seized and whispers began to fill my head.

She would never find his body; his children would never know what happened to their father. They would be forever searching left wondering.

Wondering.

It reminded me of my father the day he left.

He had told me he loved me, he would always protect me as tears made their way down his cheeks.

"I love you my little angel, you're the only good thing about me and I need you to understand that I love you I'm doing this to protect you, I will always protect you okay don't you ever forget. You mean the world to me, daddy loves you very much you hear me" Tears strolled down his cheek.

"Dadda I love you too but dada why are you crying?" my seven year old self said with tears. Upset that her beloved father was crying.

"You're not going somewhere are you dada, momma said it's us three forever"

"Sshhh" he said while he hugged me tight.

"You were always a clever girl I'm so so proud of you okay. Don't ever forget how proud I am of you, do you understand me promise me my beautiful little angel"

I nodded

"promrise dada"

"That's my good girl come on I'll put you to bed."

That night he put me to bed and read to me two bed time stories, even then I could feel something bad was going to happen to I hugged my father tight before I went to sleep.