Legacy (Book #2 of the Survival Series)

Chapter Seven

**Fay's P.O.V**

"I've got you," the voice whispered wrapping his hands around me, "I won't let him get you, I promise."

I wanted to ask who it was but the door opened and light flooded the room. A figure stood in the door way, towering over everything.

"Oh Fay..." the voice taunted, I flinched and the hands around me tightened.

"I promise." He whispered again.

"Fay..." The figure started walking forward. "Do you want to tell us the truth?"

I stayed silent knowing that no matter what I did my punishment would be awful.

"Where's my sister?" Brady's face came into the light, showing a scratch down the side of his face. I smiled on the inside, that scratch. That blood running down his face, that was from self defense.

"You know where she is." I bit. Luke looked over at me, his eyes wide with concern and confusion.

"What?" Luke asked. "What do you mean he knows?"

"It's all a game." I answered staring back at Brady. I looked over at Luke, "Don't you get it?" I asked. "He already has her!"

"What?!" Luke said through gritted teeth.

I looked back at Brady who studied us like fish in a bowl. "That scratch on his face, it's bleeding. It was from shorter finger nails." Luke looked confused, "Juli, has short fingernails. She bites them, remember? And it creates jagged edges which can cut you." I explained, then looking back at Brady. "She tried to push you away. You and your little messed up mind still think she wants to join you. Can't you see she's good not evil?"

"Oh Fay." Brady said shaking his head, allowing a small chuckle to escape. "You don't get it do you?" he asked.

"Get what?" I asked giving him a raised eyebrow.

"You were her best friend. I would have thought for sure you, would have noticed."

"Noticed what?" I asked again.

"We're not the evil ones." He smiled, "She is."

A/N

So sorry for the short update. You can imagine how hard it is to write a chapter for every week. I have a lot of things going on and it's hard to juggle them all. But writing calms we down and I try to write whenever. If I don't open messages or reply don't feel at fault, I just dot want to talk to anyone. See you next week.

P.S: If you want to suggest an idea for the book (I have the story line planned out but I have some gaps) feel free to comment. I probably won't open messages.