To survive without them

Chapter 19- Abagails POV

The stench of  wet moss insults my nose, making my body want to throw up my last meal, which was two days ago, with tweeks. I can hear the tap dripping in a corner and the wind howling outside, trying to rip the plastic which covers the bars of the window.

My back presses up against the hard cold concrete corner, where I huddle my legs into my chest and my chin on my legs, not bothering to open my eyes as I can see nothing, the only light trickles in from a few poked holes in the plastic window, but even now, it is raining outside and no light fills this concrete cube in which I sit. Well at least I think it is a concrete cube, I wasn't exactly conscious when I was thrown in the room, I woke Up half an hour later, according to my watch. From what I can tell, it is a small room, with concrete walls and a wooden door made of hard wood, that is locked on the outside. There is a tap in the corner but no toilet, I don't want to mention how I have been peeing.

Out of all the five meter squares of the room I have no idea why I have chosen to sit in the corner under the window. It is right opposite the door and when my eyes aren't shut I stare at the door, expecting Taylor to get his friggin blond arse n here to explain why he is hannging out with that Bitchon, and why isn't he helping me escape. What happened to Tweeks after I shouted out all of those love comments to him in the rain, have they caught him?.

Feelings race through me, at a pace too fast for my liking. I was always a girl that was slow to catch on, in pranks and clues, always being three steps behind, but not now, I know Taylor now, the real him, not the kind guy I thought he was, he is Alfa's replacement. He is willing to kill his friends and his own brother just to be royalty. Just to Rule this stinking city, to be king of the Death Dogs, the tribe I have worked so hard to fight against, to stay away from.  And Bitchon the Frigging clever arsed user is using him and his stupid brain to get there too, he is her toy, her puppet to have a relationship with, he is her disposable camera easily chucked out after used.

Despite all this though I have a strong urge to save him, pull him aside and tell him all of the obvious thoughts and outcomes. I have, well lets just say liked him, the tough strong, survivor I had meet, when I broke into his apartment with Chace.

A small tear drips down my eyelashes, continuing it's trail down my cheek, till it drips onto the cold floor. More come, in a never ending waterfall, why do I always choose the wrong guy. Why did I blow Chace off, I knew from the start I liked him, but then Taylor looked stronger so I pushed him aside, but now it has all been thrown in my face. I have no one. No one to protect me apart from Jacob and all of the holy spirits.

I am a heartless user. I have been treating Chace like a teddy bear, cuddle him when I want then throw him in the corner when the Barbie doll comes along. After everything he did for me, saving me from Alfa, carrying me while I bleed to death in his arms, Staying by my bed all of the time.

I guess when Taylor was around I didn't want to treat them differently but look where that has got me. In a Jail cell, starving to death, lonely and waiting for a death. I am nothing without him, Chace and of course Jacob.

Will he even come for me, after I treated him, that night when I stormed off with Tweeks. No he won't.

I curl into a ball, pulling my legs into my chest, hugging myself, the fire that the virus left me with, the fire for revenge, is dying, slowly getting washed out by tears.

*********** 1 day later********************

Footsteps echo in what I guess is a hallway outside my cell, ....Footsteps from a person and guessing from the amount of noise they make, they are a males.

Locks jingle on my door and I curl further into the corner, my eyes just peeping over my knees. Who the hell is it? Probably one of those big fat over weighted pigs that threw me in here, knocking me out in the process. I swear if they touch me they won't have anything left where the sun don't shine.