To Make A Difference

Chapter 23

I wake up when Jay does. He puts me on the cot and stands up like he has been up all night. He probably was. He had bags under his eyes. The guards came in the van and looked over at me I pretended that I was asleep.

"Good job comrade!"

The slap him on the back. His armor barely shakes. Then guards said "You can lean up against the wall and sleep if you want."

Jay shook his head.

"I will sleep when she is in the castle. She's fast and tricky."

I look over like I'm waking up the guards look over at me. Jay smiles and me and mouths the words.

'I love you.'

I stared at him. I was trying to say it back with my eyes. I was afraid of smiling in front of the guards.

They got into their positions and the van started. As we drove on I started to feel drowsy. I was afraid to fall asleep. I knew that guards were there to protect me if needed, but I was still afraid. Maybe it was the fact I wasn't ready to meet my 'betrothed', or maybe it was that I didn't want to leave Jay.

(Jays P.O.V)

Ugh, I'm so tired. I do want to sleep but i am not leaving Sparrow in the hands of these guards. She is going to go back to sleep.

"Stop the van! Stop this hunk o' junk!"

A guard yells.

"Why?"

"We gotta go!"

"Ugh I told you to go before we left!"

"I didn't have to go then....."

The driver slows down and says

"Fine make it quick."
(Sparrows P.O.V)

Three out of the four guards left. Jay was the only one left. The driver hoped out and said

"Well better now than never."

He walks off. Jay looks at me.

"How are ya holding up?"

"Fine I'm really sleepy. I'm afraid to go to sleep though."

"Don't be afraid. I'm watching over you."

"Yes, you and three other men and a driver whom I have no clue about!"

"Yes well there's them, and then there's me. Sparrow you know that I'm never going to let you get hurt. When someone does they'd be lucky to see the sun again."

I smiled at him. He walks over and picks up a blanket. He walks back and covers me with the blanket.

"Here, as long as you are covered with the blanket I will be watching over you."

I snuggled up and smiled. I was slowly drifting off to sleep.

(Jays P.O.V)

The guards came back in and one of them comes up to me and says

"Go I'll watch her until you get back."

As soon as I walk out the door I realize how this is probably a bad idea. I run back into the van. Sparrow is holding her stomach and there's a guard standing there with his hand like a fist.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!"

"I punched her."

"WHY!!!"

"Because she looked at me and asked where somebody named 'Jay'

was. I was trying to get an answer out of her."

"Wait until the prince hears about this."

"Comrade wait..."

"MY NAME AIN'T COMRADE ITS GENERAL LUCAS."

His eyes wide and he gets down on his knees.

"Please forgive me."

"I will think about it."

(Sparrows P.O.V)

He walks over to me and kneels close and whispers.

"Are you ok?"

"No" I choke out.

"Lemme see."

I raise up my shirt up to where the pain was emanating. Which was above my belly button. Jays eyes widen at the sight. I raise myself up to where I can see it.

(Jays P.O.V)

The mark was deep it looked like a knife wound. It was pouring out blood.

"YOU!"

I stand yelling at the man who punched Sparrow.

"Yes?"

He cowers.

"Did you use your fist our a weapon?"

"Both sorta... My armor over my fist has a retractable knife."

He nervously smiles.

I punch him in the face. He falls back from the pressure of the blow. I kick him outside. I kick him in the ribs, repeatedly. I hear several cracks and he screams as though I'm shooting him. I couldn't help it he deserved it. He could've been kinder, he could've been compassionate, he could've took the time to let her speak. All of the sudden I'm pulled back.

"General, I don't mean to intrude, but there is no reason to be so rash with him."

I glare at him. Although I know for a fact he is right. I get up and go inside the van. Sparrow was bandaged up and smiling slightly.

"General, do we leave Private Hughes here?"

"No, he will serve his sentence out in the dungeon. I can assure you the prince won't let this stand."

The remaining guards drag the private in and handcuff him to a support beam made for standing.