The Psychiatrist

Part 4

August held Olive as she sobbed, and tried to quiet her down. Though his efforts were useless. A guard came over, and kicked her.

"Shut up!" The guard hissed in frustration.

Olive doubled over, and once she stopped crying the guard heard Livia.

"Everyone better shut up or I'll shoot you all!" Screeched the guard.

The eerie silence chilled Olive's bones. No one was brave enough to step up, and defend Livia. Though Olive knew how dumb it was for her to risk it, she stood up for Livia.

"Your sick!" she shouted " What kinda person attempts to shoot an 11 year old?".

August tried to yank her down, and convince her to stop.

"What are you doing?" he hissed.

It was too late for Olive, and the guard marched over.

"I think the psychiatrist would like to see you now," he muttered.

August's face twisted into a grimace as he dragged Olive by her hair. He bit his lip urging himself not to get involved.

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Frank Benson paced the floor, anxiously waiting for the news. Officer Reynolds, as he had become acquainted with, informed him they had a lead. "There's an informant in the Foster District" he had said. " Allegedly, he saw a man with a girl, maybe 16 in a sack" Reynolds expalined." We've got a possible location!" he had declared triumphantly. He ran to awnser at the knock at his door.

"Officer Reynolds," greeted Frank.

"Call me Jacob, Frank," corrected Reynolds .

"Any news?" asked Frank.

"We found evidence of nearly 500 captives being held there," reported Jacob.

"Olive?" he questioned.

"We found trace evidence Olive was one of those 500," Jacob awnsered.

"Where is she? Is she here?" asked Frank.

"I'm afraid the CPD is dealing with a snitch, because the place was empty," replied Jacob.

###########################I felt utterly demoralized walking through the night in chains. We were loaded onto a boat like it was slave trade. Guards at every exit, and the "captain" in the luxurious captain's quarters.

"Where is she?!" spit August in a guards face.

" Shut up!" the guard replied, and added a swift shove to floor.

What I can't comprehend is why Olive would stick up for Livia? She was weak, and without Olive, she was not capable of defending herself.

"Freema, what happened to Olive?" asked Livia innocently.

"Who knows?" I barked "Dead, trying to stick up for you!".

Livia's head hung low, and cowered over by Luke. Luke patted her on the head.

"Come in trooper, this has gotta mean they're onto them," Luke smiled,and said so convincingly I thought he believed it.

"Oh Luke, what would I do without you?" asked Lou, rhetorically.

Lou's smile faded as the boat turned, and flung us to the side. As we arisen, disgruntled, they threw down Olive.

Her usually pale skin was eerily dark. The violet, and midnight black bruise flaunted the long scar on Olive's cheek. Her neck red, revealing injections of some serum. There she was unconscious, and not even Livia, who owed her one budged.

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Author's note

Hey guys, do you like where Olive is going? A shout out out to all my readers-Thank you, you all rock! Also a shout out to Countess80 who added my story to her reading list, thanks!