The Two

Chapter 1

(That's Lexi)

Candice Swanepoel as Lexi Brooks

Disclaimer: I do not own the idea of the selection, that belongs to Kiera Cass! She also owns America and Maxon but other than that, I own the rest. If you haven't read The Selection series, I highly recommend you read them. Enjoy!

"Slap!"

My feet pound pound on the floor as I race to the town square.

"Slap!" The whip strikes again. This time its followed by a scream.

I clench my teeth together as I run even faster. So close, a few more steps.

"Slap!"

I reach the town square. I push people out of my way as I try to get a better view. 

"Slap!"

Then I finally see him, his hands and feet strapped to a board, his back bare. 

"Stop!" I scream as the man brings the whip back once again. I jump in front of my brother, standing in between the man with the whip and him.

The man hesitates for a while, then says with a irritatingly calm voice,"Miss, you must move or else we will be forced to move you."

"No, can't you see how young he is? He's only six! He doesn't deserve this! "I scream with frustration.

The man's eyes darken,"There will always be punishments for crimes,"he says firmly. 

"No please!" I cry, now desperate.

"There is no other way," the man says.

"I-I-I'll take the rest for him," I blurt out.

"No, Lexi you can't,"my brother, Jeff, cries out.

"Shh," I whisper,"I'll be fine, you go home and tell your brothers but not dad, okay?"

He nodded softly as he was released. He was slightly limping but it wasn't as bad as I thought.

Then is was my turn. My shirt was slightly lifted from my back.

"Your brother had 6 lashes left," the man tells me.

I nod and the lashes begin.

"Slap!" The first lash strikes across my lower back and I hold in my scream.

"Slap!" The second lash comes and I can barely breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a camera pointed at me. "How dare they film this?" Anger rushes into me.

"Slap!" Halfway there. I'm determined not to scream. 

But the pain is too much. When the fourth lash comes, I can't help but scream out in pain. 

"Slap!" I can barely register the fifth one. I already feel myself fading.

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"Lexi?"

I'm woken by a familiar voice. I open my heavy eyelids. "Tyler," I moan.

I'm laying on a coach in our way-too-fancy living room.

"It'll be alright," he comforts me.

I shift a little and cry out in pain. 

"Ow my back!" I whimper.

"I know, I know," he says. "Lexi this is going to hurt but I need you to flip over so you're on your stomach."

I slowly turn, trying not to show the pain.