Escape

Chapter 19

Water flowed down my body, running through all of the imperfections. Covering my wounds, soothing my burned skin. Trickling water surrounding my curled body on the cold tiled floor of the Italian secret facility of our organization. My body trembled under the cold water as it flowed down mixing with the dried blood of my wounds and flowing down the drain. My soaked hair, covered half of my face.

Everything felt numb. Life lost its meaning. I lost my purpose. The only thing that I was feeling was the pain. The ache in my chest as the faces of innocent people kept floating in front of my eyes. Their screams echoing in my ears. Wherever we go, death follows us. It didn't even spare our parents. Tears flowed down my cheeks mixing with water. People kept dying around us. Because of us. We survived. Every time, it's us who survive.

Walked out with another blood on our hands.

I turned my head on the side, my fingers tracing patterns on the floor. My eyes followed my fingers while my brain searching, trying to find a reason to live.

I couldn't find any.

My head yet kept looming around one question. Will the suffering stop if I leave? If I stop?

But I couldn't answer that too. Grasping this as my last hope, I slowly lifted myself off of the floor. Water dripped down my body. Pulling myself up completely, I turned off the shower, taking the towel that was neatly folded on the rack, I wrapped it around my body.

Patting dry my drenched hair, I got out of the shower.

I gasped in surprise as I saw Brian's hooded figure sitting on the bed.

He lifted his head, and a chill went down my body as I saw Brian's eyes. Red. Dark. Broken. Scared.

He tried to speak something, but he couldn't. He started to leave. But I couldn't let him leave. Not in this stature.

"Wait," I said to him.

He stopped in his tracks. His teary eyes looked into mine. As if begging me. Begging for help. I went to him. He watched me, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart ached. Closing the distance, I took his hand, and his hand instantly wrapped around mine.

"Wait here," I whispered to him again.

He nodded quietly.

I bent down and picked up my clothes from the bed that I kept before. Picking it up, I looked at him again, and his eyes were still on me.

I gave him a small smile. A tear slipped from his eye, I watched the lone tear flow before I lifted my hand to wipe it away. He leaned into my hand a little. His vulnerable self standing in front of me.

Removing my hand I slipped inside the bathroom again.

My heart beating loudly in my chest. My hand, picked up the soft maroon knitted jumper, I slipped it on., putting on some black tights, I went out. Brian stood in near the window, leaning on the wall, his hands in the pockets of his tracks. His eyes lost, gazing outside the window.

I opened my bag and took out a pair of socks and slipped them on. Brian didn't move from his place, his eyes fixated on one spot. Walking towards him, I placed my hand on his shoulder. He turned around startled, when his eyes met mine, he calmed down.

"Hey," I said.

"Blair," He said.

"Brian?" I asked.

Without a word, he grabbed my hand and gently pulled me towards him, his other hand instantly wraps around me, as he pulled me into a hug, embracing me, his face in my neck, his breath tickling my exposed my exposed skin.