The Dance

And the truth shall set you free

"Alright Miss Daniels, can you tell us what happened?" Agent Wesson, the man in the very expensive black suit asked me, sitting across the table from me.
"Where do you want me to start?" I asked back, I could see my face in the reflection of the one way mirror. Bruises that covered my face had started to turn green, the cut on my lip still angry. My own tired eyes greeted back at me.
"From the beginning." He stated, pushing the recording device closer to me, my eyes dropped to it.
I told him, from when the obcession started, to the kidnapping, my forced imprisonment, the countless rapes, the beatings, almost killing me. When I escaped and my family willingly handed me back over, the continued abuse, my second escape, boosting the car, the man I never met but had been accused of murder. I told him of my life on the run, the cities I lived in, being hunted, I explained meeting Sebastian and Chris, the after only to have it coming crashing down.
I told him of Richard's plant in their apartment, me having them call and running. I told the man, barring my soul to the little black recorder on the table over Richard's agreements in the bus terminal.
"So why happened when you got back to his house in Kentucky?"
Two weeks prior

I allowed him to lead me in through the back door, my anxiety constricting my chest as he opened the basement stairs. I took a deep breath and took that first step down, descending into my hell.
               "Saw you in the hall as I was about to go for a run." He pushed himself up from leaning, shaking his head as he opened the door. "Nice moves by the way."
     I smiled to myself as I slowly made way to the bottom, my feet touching the soft soil of the unfinished basement. The scents of the past greeted me, trying to claw there way back into my mind. I pushed them back as I turned to look up the stairs at my captor.
     "I've made sure to bar the windows this time. There is no escape, not over my dead body."
     He beat the ever living shit out me that night, new cuts adorned my body, mixing with old scars. I drowned out his words each and every time I brought myself back up my feet.
"I'm Sebastian, by the way." He ran his hand through his dark locks, a lopsided grin on his face.
I closed my eyes as he forced himself on me, blocking the world out. I fully disconnected my body from my conscious thought.
              "Hey, sunrise, I'll see you later." He stated as I passed him on my way to the elevator.
      Time had no meaning, just the beatings, the rapes, the pain. I blocked the words and the emotion out, replaying the blessed few months I had in my head. The thoughts and memories, my boys, my happy place to hold onto.
"Told you we both care about you the same way, rooftop." He said as he pulled back, walking back to the kitchen. I stood there blinking a few times, did he just do that while I was in another man's arms? I looked up at Chris, he chuckled at my confused state.
I may never escape again but as long as I locked myself in my own head I was free.
     Then he came down, pissed drunk, reeking of vodka. Richard had hit me so hard it flung me into a wall under one of the barred windows, something sharp driving its way into my side. I reached under my body, find the long spike hidden in the dirt where I had left it before my last escape.
       I gave them each a kiss, I walked over to the escape window, I looked back over my shoulder at the two of them. Twin sets of blue eyes stared at me, pain in their faces, no doubt hearts breaking. My heart breaking as I through it open and slipped out as the sun started to set. I climbed the stairs, willing myself not to turn back around. For the first time in my life, I didn't want to run.
I pulled myself to my feet, tucking the spike against my forearm where he couldn't see it. He took two more menacing steps toward me, I sprang out with the rest of the energy I could muster. I hooked my arm out and slammed the spike into his temple.
Our eyes locked onto one another, his body slumped pulling the spike free of my hand. I looked down at his body, sliding to my knees. His blood covering my right hand, slowly dripping to the floor.
Present
"Somehow I managed to stumble upstairs and place the call to 911. I don't remember actually." I stated, taking a deep breath. Agent Wesson leaned over and turned the recorded off.
"Well, I've got some good news for you Jay. After we searched his house we found loads of evidence against Richard. And the director at the academy is under investigation for not taking your complaint." He told me, smiling over at me. "Your free to go, and I'm sure the academy would take you back, you only had to finish the last test to be an agent."
"You know, as enticing as that sounds, I have something better for me." I breathed, feeling a tear slowly track down my face. I stood from the metal table, as he walked me to the door.
"Well offer stands. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry no one listened." He said one more time before opening the door for me.
I stepped out into the hall, I calmly walked down it, my bare feet slapping against the tiled floor. I was clad in hospital scrubs since what I had been wearing had been taken into evidence, not that I wanted them back.
As I reached the end of the hall, I stepped out into the open front room. There stood the two people who meant more to me then my own life. Sebastian's head whipped up and locked his eyes onto mine before smacking his friend. Chris spun on his heel, mouth slack.
Sebastian was the first to move, sprinting to me, engulf me in his large arms. He pulled me in for a tight kiss, his tears mixing with mine. He stepped to the side allowing Chris to pull me into him. Our lips met, and I felt relief wash through my body.
"Rooftop, never do that to us again." Sebastian stated, wrapping his arms around both of us.