Youth Prime: The Beginning

Chapter 15

Suddenly something covers my mouth and arms wrap around me. I feel myself being lifted up a few inches off the ground and I begin to thrash around ,throwing kicks with my spiked heels.

A familiar sounding voice, lets out a low yelp of pain. Then the next thing I know I'm thrown into a closet. I regain my balance, and turn around as soon as the door closes. And I come face to face with...

"Raquel", I manage to choke out, tearing up slightly. She nods, and runs toward me encasing me in a hug. I roughly latch onto her, allowing a few tears to fall. The tears that had to stay held in since I stepped in here.

We pull away after some time, and actually take in each others appearance. I look at her dirty black tank top, and jeans, and her combat boots looking worn and molded to her feet. Her clothes have wet stains on them, and a few beads of sweat roll down her face. Her hair is in a ponytail,  but the ends look tangled and knotted.

She looks at my maid outfit, frown etched onto her face, face taut and stern. It's now that I wish I looked like her instead, my clothes dirty, shoes worn, and fresh beads of sweat rolling down the sides if my face, instead of in a tight uniform maid get up, all dressed up like a doll. Not a speck of dirt dares makes it way onto me, and not a bead of sweat shows.

Raquel breaks the silence, and says allowing a small smile to touch her features, "I'm so happy I found you, I've been scouting and scooping the area hoping at least someone familiar would walk past. But I did find out alot." The frown from before replaces her smile when she got to the last part.

I say urgently, "Tell me what you learned." "Well Jasmine is with some guy named Jacob, like how your with Jake. Last I heard Joey and Eric were being interrogated. Ashton is with Rose and Taylor, and may I add those two witches actually work for this place." Every word is said bitterly and with anger. I know i should be surprised that Rose and Taylor actually work here, but the only thing that really sticks to my mind is the bitterness of her tone. Her voice almost always was peaceful and calm and face cheery. In our friendship she was the always nice, kind, giving, cheery one, while I was more the one who was calm in a lethal sort of way, sarcastic, reserved to people I didn't care for, and nice ,only when I felt like it.

But then I realize,"Well what about Tyler and Finn?" Raquel stares at me, as if she's trying to tell me something with her eyes, begging for me to understand so she doesn't have to say it out loud.

She sighs eventually and says, "Brace yourself Alex." I nod telling her to continue. Then Raquel says trying to say it without any emotion, "Finn just like Rose and Taylor are traitors, and Tyler didn't make it, he suffered from a head injury caused by the crash."

For a brief moment everything seems to stop. Everything feels slow, then it hits me like a bunch of bricks. I sink to my knees, I can feel it in my heart, the ache. The throbbing ache when someone you love dies, and when someone you love betrays you. Both so equally strong. The spot I held for the both of them just crumbled a little.

I notice Raquel kneel in front of me, and consoles me in her long arms. I sit quietly, not thinking anything in particular.

Time begins to pass and I realize that Jake must be wondering where I'm at by now. I say softly my words muffled by the fact my face is buried into her chest, "Jake is probably wondering where I'm at right now, and I haven't even delivered the package yet."

Raquel sighs, "Your right. We can go run to hand them the package, then you can head back." I nod agreeing with her. Both of us stand up, and I go to reach for the door, but a hand grabs my arm tightly.

I turn and Raquel says sternly her eyes narrowed and set with determination, "I know things look pretty hopeless, and bleak, but Alex we have to find a way out of here, get to the Bureau, and make this guys wish that they never heard of Youth Prime." My face immediately lightens and a smirk finds its way onto my face, I nod agreeing with her statement. I admired the determination,  but I didn't know how I felt about the bitter tone. But she had every right to be bitter, to hate them, but I never wanted her to change.    

We head out after scoping the hall, we run the rest of the way to my destination, I knock on the door. A little girl opens the door. A little girl with pretty white skin, vibrant green eyes, wavy black hair pushed back by a headband. She's so adorable, I wonder how come this place hasn't already tainted her innocence, or maybe it already has and her innocent peppy look is just a facade.

Her voice sounding hyper like how most children's voices do says,"Hi! You must be the girl that Jake said he was going to send over with the 'special package'." I can't help but smile at the way she says special package, she says trying to sound all grown up.

But I have to resist from leaning towards her and whispering, "A piece of advice,  stay young and innocence for as long as you possibly can. Because it can go in and instant and you can never get back. And there will be times when you'll miss it." But I don't,  I place the package into her small hands, and watch as she let's the door close behind her and she retreats back into the room.

I let out a sigh, and turn leaning on the back of the heels, and walking off with Raquel. She walks me too my door, not without peaking around every corner a few seconds to make sure no one is watching.

We make it to the door, and we embrace one last time. She whispers, voice muffled by all of my hair, "No matter what, promise me you won't give up. We can't stay, we have to find the others,  and get them out of here." I say quietly saying it more to myself then to her, "Then we better start planning."

The end.

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