Broken

Chapter 8: The Plan

**Americas POV

The next day I was brought out of my room for lunch and while I was eating I spotted silky brown hair of Kriss Ambers. I immediately got up and followed her. She went into a wooden cottage in the middle of the forest.

After she went in I went up and knocked on the door. She answered. "Kriss!" I say excited it was her.

"America is that really you?" She says a smile on her face.

"Yes! I'm so happy I found you!" I say as I step into the cottage. I then saw Elise, and Natalie sitting at a table.

"What are you doing here?" Kriss asked now sounding a little confused.

"There was a rebel attack on the palace and they captured me." I say looking at the floor.

"And Maxon hasn't sent anyone after you?" Elise says "that does not sound like him" Kriss adds.

"It's because Daphne sent him a letter saying I'm dead." I say and then filled them in on the rest of Daphnes evil plot.

By the time I had finished telling them they were dumbfounded. There mouths were open and there eyes wide. "I can't believe it!" Kriss said.

"I mean I had no idea that is why Daphne captured us. I mean she said we would be put to good use, so I thought as long as we were together someone would find us sooner or later" Kriss says.

"How long have you been here?" I ask fearing the worst. "Well we were all put in cells for the first month we were here, but just about two weeks ago they told us we live here now" she said shrugging her shoulders.

It was weird at how calm she was about the whole thing, but I ignored it.

"Okay well we need to come up with a plan to stop Daphne's evil plan" I say

They all nod there heads and we start discussing as we all sit at the table and nibble on the stale bread Kriss had brought back from the dinning hall.

**3 hours later

All I had eaten for the past two days was little pieces of sale bread and a couple sips of water here and there.

I was regretting that now because I felt like I was going to vomit in the middle of talking with Kriss, Elise, and Natalie. But as always I ignored it.

After a pretty long time we had decided on a plan, I said goodbye and hugged them all and then left the cottage. My head was pounding the worst it had been ever, and I felt like I was going vomit as soon as I stood up to leave.

When I  finally got back to my cell, I laid down on the hard bed and closed my eyes. It did nothing for my headache. Sooner or later I did drift to sleep.

Disclaimer: Remember when I write in Italics it's a dream (still America's POV)

I woke in a strange room. I looked down at my hands they were bruised, bloody, and wrapped in bandages. I heard a voice from the other room. "America honey are you up?" It asked.

I lifted my head. Was that Maxon? "Yes" I mumble back. I gasp when none other than Carter Woodwork comes in "what are you doing here Carter?" I ask really confused "you should be with Marlee" I say.

"Marlee? Marlee who?" He says and picks up my hands, I wince. "I'm sorry. I'm just going to remove the bandages and put fresh ones on" he says.

I nod. Still not understanding. He then leaves the room and Maxon comes in. "Maxon? Where did Carter go?" I ask

He looks at me like I'm an idiot. "After you were canned he left you and took the children. You are a servant now." He says

What! "He was just here!" I say. Maxon looks at me "you stupid girl he didn't even come to your canning" he spat.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "When your hands are healed enough you will work in the kitchen, and maybe the stables if we are running low on people there." Maxon says and then turns to leave.

I was so confused. What just happened. I sat on the bed and looked at my tattered hands. I wept, and wept until my eyelids slowly closed.

**Maxons POV

I dropped to my knees. How could this happen. America was dead. She was gone. I would never see her beautiful red hair, her bright blue eyes, or her smile that could light up a room ever again. I sat there on the ground and cried. I balled up the paper and ripped it into a million pieces.

I sat there until my mom rounded the corner and saw me. She rushed over "Maxon honey what's wrong?" She says putting a hand on my shoulder.

"She's gone!" I yelled "you said I should worry! But now look at that she DEAD!" I scream at her.

She looks into my eyes. She pulls me into a hug and holds me there for a long time. "Honey it's okay" she says.

"No it's not." I say not as forcefully this time "she was the one girl I loved and now she's gone" I say tears streaming down my face like never before.

"Are you going to send people for her remains?" She asks I stare at the patterns on the floor.

"No, they said they already got rid of them" I say a little quiver in my voice.

"Oh" she says and I could see small tears in the corner of her eyes as well. "Well we will still am have a proper funeral I assume" she says.

I nod. "Of course" I couldn't help it "mom we were only married for a weak! How does this happen! Why am I so unlucky?" I say

"Maxon you are not unlucky, because if you were you would never have met that girl" she says just trying to make the situation better.

"I guess so but I wanted to do so much more with her" I say

"I know I know." She says and we stay there in a hug for a long time.

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