Protected Slaves

2. Questioned

The blankets felt nice around my sore body and all I wanted to do was stay in bed all day but I knew I couldn't. I flung the sheets away from my body and pushed myself up to see that Emily was already up and ready for the day. I raised an eyebrow the moment I saw her choice of clothing. She wore a tight black dress, her fiery red hair was straightened and she had more make-up on her face than a dancer.

"What the hell are you wearing?" I demanded.

"Clothes that will get me asked out by Tom Davidson," Emily replied.

My eyes widened in shock. Tom Davidson was in my year at school and a complete and utter player that would eat Emily up and spit her back out as if she were a chew toy.

"Emily! He's far too old for you," I snapped.

Emily flicked her red hair over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at me. "I don't care."

I watched in shock as she picked her bag up and stormed out of the room. I quickly got up and got ready for the day, changing into a pair of jeans and hoodie to keep me warm. I scooped my school bag up into my arms then collected my keys. I sprinted out of the dormitory and towards the mess hall so that I could grab breakfast and make sure that Tom kept his filthy hands of my young roommate.

My legs protested to the movement of running but I pushed myself forward. The mess hall was in my sights and I pushed myself to run faster. I was so close when I felt my body freeze. I peered down to see that my right foot was about to slam into the ground.

"Why the hurry," a voice said behind me.

I stayed quiet as someone moved around to stand in front of me. A woman with salt and pepper hair stood before me in the Officials outfit. It took all my strength to not snap at her.

"I'm concerned about a friend's wellbeing," I replied. It wasn't a lie.

"How so?" the woman asked.

"She is trying to get the attention of a man that could very well hurt her," I explained. "She is underage and he could very well . . . you know, take advantage of her."

The Official's eyes widened. It was disgraceful for someone in Tutis Mancipium to lose their virginity before they become of age, it is looked down upon if it happens before marriage but it isn't a big deal. For a modern place, Tutis Mancipium had extremely old values and beliefs.

I felt my body unfreeze and a sigh escaped my lips. She had believed me, she would let me go.

"I'm awfully sorry to prevent you from helping your friend out," the Official said. "If this man violates her in any way please inform us so that we can send him to the Danger Zone."

I smiled thinly at the Official. "I'm make sure to do so."

The Official woman let me go without any more fuss and I knew that I would keep the fact that I could report Tom in my mind but after a few lessons with Miles I should be able to beat the crap out of him if he does anything to Emily.

I reached the mess hall to find that Emily wasn't sitting in our usual spot. I searched the room to see that she was perched on the seat beside Tom Davidson with a love sick expression on her face. I stormed towards them when I felt a hand wrap its way around my arm.

I peered over my shoulder to see that Miles was behind me with his trademark grin on his face, it faded though when he saw the fire in my eyes.

"What's up Rayla?" he asked.

I pointed in Emily's direction and Miles followed the direction I was directing him in.

"My roommate is going to be destroyed by that guy over there," I explained.