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┏━━━━ CHAPTER TWENTY ONE━━━━┓ ★゜・。。・゜゜・be careful what you wish for ──── Mallory Thompson
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MALLORY'S HEAD HAD FELT LIKE IT HAD BEEN SPLIT OPEN. The searing ache that radiated throughout every inch of her head made it feel weighted. She pressed both hands against the base of her temples and curled up into a small ball as she groaned in pain. Her mouth was dry and she craved just one drop of water, but she knew that was not guaranteed in this case.
She went to roll onto her right side, but when a blinding pain alerted her she glanced down at her arm. That's right, she was shot, she thought. She remembered that exact moment. She had to keep pushing on despite it. The wound had stopped bleeding now, but blood still caked the edges of the torn fabric. It would get infected if they didn't treat it.
She was in a cell, that much she knew. The dull walls made her sick with claustrophobia despite having enough room to move around. Just the feeling of being trapped made her anxiousness eat her away like termites to wood, and panic flooded in. She began to sit up but flinched when her sinuses filled with pressure and her brain pounded inside her skull. A hand fell upon her shoulder as she did this.
"Hey, take it easy," a voice she had not wanted to hear spoke. Suddenly, the disappointment she had in herself flooded in. What was the use of protecting people if it always blew up in her face?
She turned her head, spotting none other than Louis. She frowned when he gave her a small, but sad smile. He was trying to give her hope, just like he always did. But then being trapped in here together meant they were fucked. His lip was split from where she had guessed someone had hit him to get him inside the cart, but other than that he thankfully appeared unharmed. But he shouldn't have been here. He was supposed to be back at the school. Safe. Not risking death.
"Where the fuck are we?" She asked.
"Don't know. Definitely nowhere near the school anymore," Louis explained. "We've all been out for a while. But we are on a boat."
At the mention of 'we' Mallory clambered to her feet, stumbling to the barred doorway. She practically collapsed into the door, her hands curling around the bars as she tried to figure out the scopes of their surroundings. There were two other cell blocks beside the one she and Louis were occupying, and she let out a barely audible breath of relief when two familiar teenagers appeared across from her. Aasim and Omar were together in one cell as well. Not shockingly, they didn't seem thrilled about their whole ordeal. This is why she never relied on hope, it always withered away far too quickly.
