Darek
I almost let myself think that they wouldn't come, almost thought they wouldn't tie me up and take me away. I was wrong. The screeching cell door flew open.
She was asleep on my chest, cold and afraid. Her blonde hair looped in small circles, sprawled across my stomach and even some falling toward the ground, now stained with grime, dirt, and blood. No telling whose blood anymore. Her eyes twitched under her eyelids, probably dreaming about some horrid thing while being in this damned state. I knew she hadn't slept in days, so I tried not to disturb her as her head rose and fell with every small and ragged breath I took.
She was free to roam the small cell like room while I was chained to the wall with small cuffs that ached as they bit into the sides of my wrists, making the flesh there tear and bleed and, eventually, become numb. Though this had become a familiar thing now.
I had been to reckless one day, fought to hard against the men when they tried to take me from her. I was beat, and when I came back, I was chained to the wall with the bitter metal that clanged loudly with any movement i made.
I looked up at the big men that flowed into the room. Four of them, as usual. They had found that 3 was too little that day i fought back, now getting smarter they found that the four overpowered me in not only strength but size. I looked down and whispered to Layah shaking my shoulder gently.
"Hey, get up, baby. Please don't cause too much trouble, I have to go again, but I'll be back soon. I promise."
I looked up at the men again with only my eyes, keeping my face toward Layah, my lips brushing the top of her hair. I placed my hand around her hip as if to protect her, from both the men and herself. Then, she slowly lifted herself from me, leaving a growing cold like ice where her body was, she looked at me and then turned to see the men. There was something different about her this time. I knew it instantly. I knew it a few months back the same way i know it now. She was about to fight. Readying herself for what may come with the fire in her blue eyes.
"I'm not letting you leave. Not again, Darek." She turned to face the others. "I'm done with you all."
She grabbed my hand, it was cold but sent an odd sensation of heat and adrenaline through my body. She looked into my eyes with fire and determination. I tried to plead her silently not to getup and fight, but there was no going back. She was too far gone at that point. She sat up, looking away again, acting strong and powerful. Every muscle tensed in her small back and arms. The very small tank top and shorts weren't helping her look big, but she looked intimidating to an untrained eye. She looked up at the men, determined and angry.
One came up to move her, she kicked him in the stomach before he even got close enough to touch her with his chubby, swollen-looking hands. He doubled over in pain, clenching hiss stomach as he backed up behind his comrades.
She stood from the ground, wincing from the pain that lived within her body, and was ready to fight off the four. Scars were all around her body, showing mostly in her legs. Straight and jagged lines, some deep and some shallow. One split open, releasing blood down her right thigh. She seemed to know, but ignored it.
Another came to her, taking her foot when she kicked, pulling her off balance. She fell to the floor. I could only watch and hope that she wouldn't get hurt, for I was still latched to the wall, my hands above my head with little feeling in the tips from lack of blood. Her blood smeared on the floor before she could get up again. The men were too big for her, she wasn't tall enough at 5'6 or big enough muscle wise, but she was fast. I knew she wouldn't give up, for my sake and for hers I hoped she wouldn't let me down.
Soon, she got tired of waiting there on the floor and lunged for a man's feet. He smacked her head backward and to the left of me, making her fall hard against the pavement. Her small body hit the ground with a loud thud.I saw the blood from her leg and her mouth around her body. The man who hit her chuckled lightly, then moved toward her, grabbing her wrists and locking them to the wall. she was too reckless this time. Why, why did i wake her up?
Another man hit her temple with one clean cut fist and she was out, likely to not remember any of this. I hoped she wouldn't wake before I returned. I backed into the wall as they unlocked the padlock at the edge of the chain i was attached to and watched as my hands fell to the ground.
"Get up, Runt." One burly man with a mustache bowled.
I obeyed, struggling to my feet. I ached, pain exploding in various places around my body. The man took my hands in his own forcefully and wrapped them with a frayed rope about an inch think. This rope was stained with my blood, that crimson blood which leaked from my wrists. I was led from the cell, leaving an unconscious Layah in my wake. I heard her moan, and risked a glance back toward her. Her head rolled to one side, enabling me to look at her elegant face once more, the face that would somehow get me through wherever i was going, before the door slammed closed and my connection to her was severed.
