Brother

Chapter Twelve

No more NSFW in this chapter unless stated otherwise.

**ONE WEEK LATER**

A week.....

I had been here......

For a god damn week.........

Every night resulted in that sick bastard getting pleasured while I only broke further.........

I lay awake long before the sun had even risen above the horizon, my body felt slightly better but I knew it wouldn't be long before Colm would come back and ask for seconds. My throat felt dry and my head was pounding, where was the gang. I hoped Arthur was alright, he deserved freedom more than I did. Then again from the ruckus I heard before I fell asleep signalled he had probably been killed, with a sigh I felt my emotions vanish when the door opened.

"Well princess your friend escaped, he won't make it far as bad as he is on horse back," Colm muttered in disgust, I felt some relief that Arthur was alive and I just hoped he made it back to camp so they could send help. Something was off about Colm however, usually he only came to pleasure himself but now he simply sat staring at me with an unreadable expression. I never looked at him directly because usually if I did it was filled with hatred which always earned a new scar across my already bruised and broken body, Colm pulled something out of his satchel and walked towards me. I looked away and squeezed my eyes shut in fear he would hurt me, instead he pulled my head up by my hair and force fed me some tinned food. After I had been fed he went back to his chair to think, a commotion outside said something was going on and Colm left but not before grabbing his guns. A small flicker of hope burned in my chest that I had been found but soon the noise died down without even a little bit of gunfire and Colm returned, with a sigh I looked at the ceiling yet again with a blank stare.

"Oh come on princess cheer up, you bore me with that blank stare, what happened to that cheeky personality you used to have?" He growled as he approached, I held no fear of dying anymore.

"You happened Colm, you and your sick ways," I stated with a blank tone, I could feel his anger as he slapped me across the face.

"Speak to me like that again bitch!" He snarled, I didn't even move.

"You were always the sick one, you and that excuse for a man Micah, you two seem like brothers in your ways, sick, insane, stupid...." I began to list before I felt a knife drive into my arm causing me to scream, this made Colm satisfied as he pulled it out and watched the blood flow. Tears once again stung my eyes as the pain only grew, after a minute or so he still refused to patch it up with the few medical supplies he had littered around the room. Gunfire in the distance caused Colm to growl, I didn't even hope for Dutch and the others to come to my rescue. For all I knew this fucker had hidden us extremely well, as Colm rushed out I laid there trying to ignore the rushing red liquid coming from my arm. All I needed was for it to keep up its flow until I bled to death, than I would be free. The door slamming open caused me to wince but I only turned my head away, I could feel the anger radiating from whoever stood there. Two sets of footsteps rushed over and I felt gentle hands begin to patch my arm up, I tried to pull it away but my weak body did very little against their fresh hands. The moment the ropes began to vibrate I turned my head to see the fuzzy images of Mrs Alder and someone else who stood outside my vision range, hope sparked in my chest yet again knowing I was finally being rescued.

"It's alright Grace, we are here to take you home," she croaked obviously shocked from my skinny and attacked state, I flashed her a weak smile as she wrapped me in a blanket and helped me outside all the while shooting at those who got in her way. As much as I wanted to feel something, anything at all there was nothing there to feel. Soon enough I was lifted onto the back of a horse and almost instantly we were off, I held on as best as I could but I felt my consciousness slipping and fast. The world around me began to fade and I felt myself falling, the moment I hit the ground everything went black.

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When I finally returned to the proper world, opening my eyes felt so hard and took what little energy I had. Voices around me seemed to hush when I allowed the light to enter my tired eyes, almost immediately I was swarmed by figures which caused me to shrink away and squeeze my eyes shut. There was yelling now which only made my breathing speed up, my arms and legs might be free but these people I didn't know them I couldn't know them. When I began to tremble from the panic that arose in my chest they all went quiet again, a hand touching my shoulder made me shrink away yet again. They were going to hurt me, they wanted me like Colm did. They were going to hurt me, the thought of knives being stabbed into my arms made the panic worse. The voices were hushed now, something was confusing me as to why they hadn't hurt me or forced me to give in to their forceful shoves. Opening my eyes again the world was clear now but I didn't dare roll back over, the voices were growing better for my ears to hear and they seemed almost familiar.

"Dutch leave her be, you are probably the last person she wants to see when she becomes self aware," a soft motherly voice soothed, so Dutch was here.

"Dutch, lets go get some air," Came the croaky voice of who I thought to sound like Hosea, so that cleared up the fact I was back in camp then. Slowly I turned and sat up which caused heads to turn my way, I winced slightly at putting pressure on my arm so I lifted it off the bed as I looked around at all the faces I called family. I was home again, back where I belonged.