Perilous

Chapter 16

I stepped out of the door to see Marshall leaning against the wall waiting for me. 

"Are you okay?" He asked me with sincerity tangling in his words. 

"Okay as I can be right now." I replied walking away from the door hoping Marshall wouldn't go into the bathroom. 

His tone quickly changed and his face more stern now. "There's a lot happening today, I want you to know before you get the wrong ideas." He waited for any kind of acknowledgment from me, I nodded and he continued, "We're transferring Perilous' main office somewhere more private, where other factions won't be able to locate us. It's only going to be filled with important, useful people. Soldiers are right outside waiting on us, go grab Tristan from the bathroom and lets go." 

Without speaking, I walked into the bathroom to see Tristan waiting with his arms crossed. 

"Amira?" 

"Don't question it, we have to go." How the hell did he already know? 

No more than 20 minutes passed once Tristan and I both got our things or whatever Marshall gave us in a bag as we walked out where Marshall told me to go. Stepping out the door and feeling the wind hit my face with smell of wet leaves swimming past my nose gave an ounce more of life. I looked around and saw nothing but matte black trucks and vans lined up behind one another. Out of nowhere my head started pounding like I'd been pistol whipped or slapped. I couldn't help but at the same time get memories from the car ride here a couple days ago, every single thing I felt that night came back to me at once - how I felt when I saw my brother and how I didn't leave with him, how I felt watching Michael leave me on the road when we escaped, How I felt when I heard Marshalls voice and how terrified I was in the car ride because I didn't know If he'd kill me or be gentle with me. I can never really know with him and that one fact is tugging at my core once more. 

Dozed off by my thoughts I hadn't realized I stopped in my path, Tristan was looking back at me mouthing something I'm not sure of, I couldn't hear him. Everything was slow like I had been drugged and the world was moving as slow as it could go. Suddenly Tristan was back in front of me tugging at my arm for me to move with him but I couldn't feel his hand. Everything was numb right up until the second I saw a tall, tan toned soldier opening the car door for us motioning to get in. 

"He did this to you. Look at you you're getting in worse shape as days go by. Amira can you hear me? Are you okay? You're in shock I fucking knew this would happen. He's putting too much on you to handle god what are we doing here." Tristan kept muttering. I wasn't sure if it was to me. or if he was talking to himself. He's been so protective over me, noticing more things about me than I could. 

We sat in the care, neither of us tied up this time. 

"Tristan, I'm okay just a few bad memories." I reassured him. 

Before me and him could have a proper conversation with one another, my side of the door opened and there Marshall was, leaning into me with his left hand sitting on the top of the car.  

"What was that out there?" He asked me. 

"Some things haunt me, Marshall." I whispered back to him. 

He looked genuinely hurt by this as if he knew every thing I was thinking in my head. "Don't think about that. It all has its reasons and you'll know each one soon I promise." 

I was tired of hearing that. I felt so tired from my headache, everything was off and different this time and Marshall noticed. He could also tell I didn't believe him - that I didn't want to.