Would you say a family reunion?

Keegan’s POV:

When Chloe left me in the cell, I couldn’t help but wonder why she was involved in all of this in the first place, I mean if she didn’t love Cruise and she was the one who broke up with him why does she try so hard to take her revenge on us, on me. I waited in silence as I prayed for God to hear my prayer and help me escape this place, if I had listened to Cruise and accepted that I needed protecting maybe none of this would have happened but then again he would have acted stubbornly and assigned the guards to me maybe they would have been able to protect me then. 

Talk of hospitality, the cell was stinky, covered in dried blood and possibly mostly urine, and the sound of cockroaches nibbling the plastics in the dark was the only sound filling the room. I was just about to point out that they were bad at hospitality cause they hadn’t brought me food and It was already past six pm and I was already starving I mean I did eat for two as if on cue a guard came in carrying a tray with him, which I assumed for food on it. He brought the food in and placed it down on the floor before opening the gate to my cell and picking up the tray once again and bringing it over to me. He placed it in front of me and went to turn around so he can leave when I called him back,

“Excuse me but how am I supposed to eat with my hands attained behind my back” he just stop there turned and looked at me with his dead cold sky-blue eyes and never said anything, he stood as if thinking of a comeback or how to address my situation. “C’mon really?” he dipped his hand in his pocket where the keys of the cell were and pulled out the same bunch of keys and moved behind me, at least he was reasonable. He unchained me and pushed the tray closer and mouthed the word which made me so frightened I got the dish open and the smell of food that invaded my nose was not seven appetizing looking, it looked like mashed potatoes that had been eaten up and then thrown back up by a Carmel. 

“Eat up, you’ll need your strength for tomorrow, “ he said twirling the keys in his hand and walking out for the door. 

“What’s there planned for tomorrow,?”

“You’ll see” was all he said before he left and I was left alone trying to finish my meal, I wondered what he meant by tomorrow being a big day and what it had to do with me.

I needed to escape this place as soon as possible I don’t know what Chloe is up to but my child can not get caught up in this mess.

There wasn’t anything here I could you to pick the lock he had given me a spoon to eat not even a decent knife of course, I sighed in frustration and just can’t help but think about Cruise I prayed he was safe and that he would come to find me soon I couldn’t take it here any longer and from the looks of it they don’t have many plans on keeping me alive. 

The past few days have been torture, it was like I was going through my hell right here on earth, which made me wonder have I had been so bad in my life to be deserving this treatment.

Or was I being punished for not saving my father and purposely watching as my parents die and I couldn’t save them?

Chloe would come in daily to have her normal routine of punching and hitting me, she found pleasure in seeing my pain, and at least one of us was happy. Most of the time the light injuries I would obtain will heal on their and quicker than I had hoped, while others will leave huge marks on my body and bruises.

My only prayer at this point was that the day will never come when I will be beaten so much that my baby won’t be able to contain the pain and bare it the way its mother had been and gives up fighting because then I wouldn’t know how my reactions would be but wolf or not Chloe had better pray that it’s fine. It was just another day in the cell and Chloe came in for her regular torture routine, I was seated on the floor now and I think I had lost a lot of blood already because it became difficult to open just my eyelids and keep them open, I felt the life being slowly taken from me but yet again I was worried for my little fruit. 

“I see you’re doing good,” she said walking into the cell with her normal henchmen always by her side “what is it you look awful, the mark could you maybe get her some water ? She probably is dehydrated,” she said throwing her familiar smell at me. 

“Why are you doing this  Chloe?” She lets out a full laugh as if what I had just said was the funniest thing ever. 

“Why? “ she repeated and walked over to me before stooping to my level and said, “didn’t he tell you?” 

“Didn’t he tell me what?” She was about to ease my racing mind by telling me what it was that Cruise hadn’t said to me when her phone rang, she got it out of her pocket and brought it up to her ear. 

“What!” She breathe into the phone, I could hear the person on the other side because she was too close to me and his words were “we have him” and a bright smile spread across her face, she didn’t hesitate to turn her phone off and brought her attention back to me and said.

“He’ll tell you himself” and smiles once again before standing up straight and going to leave.