Untangling Aella

Chapter Nineteen

Hello again, Gorgeous People!

Its the last day of school here is Sydney and its with a heavy heart that I farewell my awesome students :(

Our road together as teacher and student in that awesome classroom of ours has ended but I am always here to support you, I hope you know that. I wish you all well for next year, in your final year of school.

To celebrate the last day of school, here is a parting gift to you. Enjoy!

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Chapter Nineteen

I woke up to a blinding light and began to breathe in quickly but shallowly.

The light wasn’t warm this time. It had a chill in it and again I found myself rubbing my shoulders against the biting cold. When the haze began to clear, I realised that I wasn’t in my room.

That the lilac walls wouldn’t greet me. Neither would Chase.

So I began to hyperventilate even more. Steel bars came into view and I knew I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. The windows were placed high at the top of the cell, bleeding in some light. The rest of the flooding lights were made up from the industrial lighting set inside the cell. The three surrounding walls were enclosed by the steel bars that hemmed me in.

I was on a cot in the square cell, set against one wall. It has a light blanket and a pillow. I searched around the cell but found just one tap, a toilet and a table. It was sparse.

The hyperventilation began to turn into tears and sobbing as I recognised that my Utopia had disappeared. I felt the lump on my head and winced in pain.

There would be no Chase with breakfast ready, Ari wouldn’t be coming over, my mother wouldn’t be welcoming and...my father wouldn’t be here.

“No, no, no! No!” I started yelling, despite my eyes being clouded I jumped from the bed and threw it across the square cell. I collapsed onto my knees. “Come back damn you!”

I wept for what I had lost, what I had never really had and for what could’ve been.

My hair pooling around me shut up my physically expressed guilt. I needed someone to hold me, to tell me that it wasn’t a dream but I knew it wouldn’t happen.

I began to rock back and forth and then cradled my belly, holding my babies and reaffirmed that nothing happened to them. They both kicked gently in reply and I sighed, thankful that I them at least.

After my cathartic crying I stood up on wobbly legs. I recognised that I was wearing my peplos and I began to recollect how I could’ve gotten here.

 I ran to the doors of the cage and tried to pry them loose. I had to get out of here. I used my super strength to stretch them but it wouldn’t budge.

“It’s no use,” a voice whispered, dejectedly. “The bars are resistant to all strength and magic. You’re here to stay.”