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Chapter 34

I wake up from my deep sleep to banging noise and a different room.

This room is much smaller and there are no mirrors looking back at me showing me my fucked up reflection.

There's actually a window in this room even though it is narrow and you can barely see the outside world from it, but I do see the light of day.

But there is a gate that keeps me separated from the hallway, which makes me wonder...

Am I in prison?

I get up on my feet slowly clenching onto my stomach still feeling the burn sensation in my ribs due to the blows from that bitch who goes by the name Marissa.

There's a limp in my walk as I approach this gate, clinging on to its thick metal bars glancing out into the hallway where I can see no one.

My stomach roars, a clear indication of hunger I haven't eaten in days it feels like.

"Hello?" I call out into the deserted hallway.

There are Crickets.

The space in between each metal bar is enough space for me to stick my arm through two of the bars and wave my hand out, hoping that someone walks past and see me.

"Hey." I wave my hand as it continues to hang through the gate bars.

"If you're going to keep me locked up in here like a prisoner can you at least feed me, please." My stomach roars loudly.

"I-I'll tell you everything you want to know about Naomi. Just please bring me some food." I lie to con my way out of here.

I hear footsteps approaching keys in hand jingling from a distance.

"Thank you for hearing my cries." I apologized to whoever this is coming to save me from my hunger.

The footsteps stop right in front of me.

My eyes travel from the bottom up.

I see black combat boots, dark jeans, and a white tee. You can tell that he had come from doing some kind of physical activity because his shirt is hella socked with sweat. Which I honestly don't mind because it makes his 6-pack way more visible through his shirt.

Hey! I'm not cheating, okay. I'm just saying this guard to whoever has an extremely nice body.

He has muscle, not very big to the extreme muscles though. I also noticed the white gauze pad that you were for wounds such as a gunshot and stab wombs or a fresh tattoo on his right bicep.

My eyes finally reach his face and I...I can't believe my view.

So dark and chocolate. Such soft skin. Those soft lips that I restrain myself from biting off curls up and there goes that smile revealing those perfect teeth.  I'm falling in love all over again with the who's already mine.

He unlocks the gate and I jump in his arms as soon as I'm free.

He cups his hands under my butt cheeks and I wrap my arms around his neck tight and I cross my legs around his waist, not ever wanting to let go.

I hold his face in between my hands as I place kisses everywhere: his left cheek, his right cheek, his lips, his forehead, both sides of his neck, his ears, and back to his lip.

I pull back and look at him in his eyes,  "It's really you?" I gleam tearfully like a kid in a candy store.

He nods his head, "Yes." he laughs softly and puts both of his hands on my cheeks.

"You're alive?" he starts to get tearfully.

"Yes."

I smash my lips into his and he kisses me back. This last for about a minute or two before we both pull back and he puts me back down on the ground.