HIDDEN (Hide Or Die)

Chapter 3

KYLE'S P.O.V.

I was foolish! And so careless! I couldn't believe I acted so heedlessly, not taking extra measures to make sure no one saw me, but also for letting him come so close to me and touched my wings. I shuddered at the memory of his fingertips on the tip feathers. It was pleasant and tender, but so wrong.

It was hours later, and I was still pacing back and forth the length of my bedroom, drowning in my misery and self-pity. Trying to figure out what the hell I was to do. I contemplated going to my mother's room and spilling the truth. But I didn't have the heart to just march in and blurt out that I might have, potentially, just ruined everything we had going on for us.

It would stress her out and, in return, it would negatively affect her health and I didn't want that. She was already looking pale, as of late. But she refused to get medical help, or even tell me how she was feeling.

I couldn't-wouldn't- dump my mess on her, for her to sort out. I was going to handle it on my own. And come to a solution one way or another.

With that determination in my mind, I finally allowed myself to get into bed. I felt completely drained. And after all the stressful thinking I did, I couldn't form any other thought than sleep. My eyes kept drooping in sheer exhaustion until I gave in to the drowsiness and dozed off.

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I felt adrenaline rush through my veins- or perhaps it was my blood. My sight was a bit blurry and it was so loud I couldn't hear a thing. I looked amongst the crowd, angry expressions, disgusted looks, and women shouting.

"SET HIM ON FIRE!" I locked eyes with the one whom I think said that, the look of utter outrage had me quivering back.

My heartbeat was ringing in my ear, and I felt like vomiting. Only now did I realize I was bounded by chains on both my hands and feet, I struggled against them, getting a jab to my side by a man standing beside me, I didn't even notice him.

"KYLE!"

I snapped my head up at the sound of my mother's voice, I looked for her but I didn't have to look for long; she was in the centered-front of the crowd, a bit to the side, she too was struggling against men who held her by the arm.

"MUM!" I yelled back, now adamant to get away from those damned cuffs to remove their filthy hands off my mother. My eyes watered, enraged at the sight of her crying.

Everything quietened down around me when I locked eyes with him, the thoughts were accelerating inside my head. I wanted them to slow so I can breathe but they won't. My breaths came in gasps and I felt like I was going to blackout.

I was pushed roughly to the ground and I fell to my knees, I was still staring into him with utter disbelief when suddenly the intense shouting stopped and everyone started cheering. I looked confusedly at their, now, joyfully content faces. They were all looking beyond me, so I cast a glance and immediately regretted it. A swordsman stood behind me, farther to my right. A wicked glimmer in his dark eyes was all I could see past his mask.

My eyes widened in bewilderment, as he raised his sword so high the sun shone off the reflective iron, my panic increased once what was happening finally settled in. his eyes squinted in pure viciousness, and before I could utter a word, his sword came down.

"NO!"

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A gasp pulled me out of sleep, and my eyes moved in a frenzy, taking in the structure of my bedroom, I let out a breath of relief. It was only a dream. I closed my eyes shut, trying to erase the images from my mind. Only now did I notice that I had my hands wrapped around my neck, I guess I was subconsciously checking if my neck was still connecting my head to my body. Obviously it was, and I'd appreciate it staying that way.