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CHAPTER 7: POISONED KNIVES
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IT'S BEEN FOUR WEEKS SINCEMY trial and I still can't believe they let me live. I mean, I murdered three guards for Christ sake and they're okay with me living. Normally, people would get floated at 18 if they killed someone, but not me apparently. It's strange, really, considering they we're all for sending me straight to the skybox without a second thought.
We're having another visiting day today, and to say I'm dreading it is an understatement. I say nothing as the guards cuff me and lead me through the halls. They seem extra on edge, considering what had happened last time. That was two months ago.
I clench my jaw when my eyes land on Clarke seated at a table alone. I haven't seen her in the four years I've been in the skybox. What made her decide to see me now? I am sat in the chair across from her as the guards chain my hands to the table.
"Hi, Aiden," Clarke whispers pitifully. "It's been a while."
"Four years. What made you want to see me after four years?" I swallow the lump that forms in my throat. We used to be so close, but a lot can change in four years. Clarke opens her mouth but I cut her off, not really caring to hear her lame attempt at an excuse. "Spare me the sob story, Clarke. If you actually cared, you would've visited me every month during visiting time. But what made you change your mind after four years?"
"I did," I hear Abby say behind me. I feel my anger boil, but I remain still in my seat. It's taking everything not to lunge at her from across this table and wrap my hands around her throat. I can't have a repeat of last time or I'll surely be floated. Abby sits beside Clarke, her face void of any emotions. I don't dare tear my eyes from the woman.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I hiss, anger evident in my voice. I feel like I'm going to explode with anger; This woman destroyed my life and yet, she has the audacity to sit in front of me like nothing has happened.
"I came to talk to you," the woman states simply.
I lean forward slightly as I stare daggers at the woman. Both she and Clarke lean back away from me. They don't want to get to close. "About what, Abby? Huh, my trial? How your life has been without me? How about we start with this; do you regret your decision?"
Abby doesn't show any expression. "What decision?"
I hold back a scoff. "Your decision between Clarke and I? Do you regret choosing her over me?"
"Not for a second," Abby says, and for s split second, I think I see a hint of pain in her eyes, but as soon as it's there, it's gone so I just chalk it up to my imagination. "It was the best decision I ever made."
