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rang through the small cell.
“Erin!” I heard Faith’s relieved voice before I felt her crash into me.
“ Wooah. ” I warned her as I shrunk back to the wall and held my throbbing side, “I’m here. I’m okay.” I crooned.
“We thought,” She shook her head slowly from side to side and wrapped her slender arms around me. “I mean, I thought.”
“ Shh ,” I smoothed her tattered hair down her back in reassurance, “I’m fine.”
She stood back, watching the door, “Where did they take him?”
“Take who?”
“Th-th-” Faith’s words came clipped, fear beginning to shake her tiny form once more, “the guy they took out with you.”
I had no idea what might have happened to him, the same that happened to me, whatever that was, but I couldn’t tell her. Knowing would have done nothing but cause her to panic. She didn’t need those visions running wild through her head. Not even her nightmares could dream up more terrifying images.
“I don’t know.” I lied and turned my head to stare at the black wall in front of me, to look anywhere but at her.
“His name is Dustin,” The same female voice that begged me to stop earlier spoke through the silence of the cell, “And,” her voice cracked, revealing the fear she was trying so hard to hide, “he’s not usually a bad guy.”
“I’m sure he’s not a bad guy.” I agreed, nodding at the girl to come closer. Faith cringed deeper into my side, “We are all reacting ways we never would have before.”
“I don’t know what got in to him. He would never have hurt her,” She waved her hand at Faith, “Or” She corrected, “I would never have thought he would be able to.”
“How do you know him?” I asked, stepping over the several scared and shivering bodies as they did their best to rest, so I would be able to see her better in the dim light that was our cell.
She brushed her curly, shoulder length fire-red hair away from her face, revealing red-rimmed pale brown eyes. She rang her hands in her lap before she let out a shaking breath, “We are from the same Zone. He’s just a few years older than me.” She sobbed, her head falling back to rest against the wall, “He was the only one working to help his family,” A lone tear rolled down her porcelain cheek, “Most of us worked, but when he got the letter saying he would be leaving his family, he took it hard. He knew they would not survive long without him.”
She was right. He was just like the rest of us. His story most reminded me of so many in my own Zone that had a family that dependent on them. I knew in all finality that he was not someone to be angry with, that no one there was someone that deserved anyone’s anger. We were the victims, not the perpetrators. He offered himself to me as a target, an outlet for me to unleash pent-up anger and aggression. It was my lapse in judgment to act upon that.
She cleared her throat once more, “What happened to you when they took you away?”
I looked into her frightened eyes knowing, just as I had with faith, that I would have to lie to her as well, lie to everyone, “I don’t remember,” I had to clear the lump from my throat before I could continue, “The last thing I remember is getting knocked out in here and waking up in another room.”
“What’s wrong with your side?” Faith’s tiny singsong voice asked as she lifted her head from my shoulder. There was no way to lie about the pain radiating from my rib cage, and no way that they would believe any Keeper was gentle or even slightly caring when it came to our well-being, “A Keeper kicked me when I was not moving fast enough.” I admitted, grabbing at my injured side.
“What was the room you woke up in?” Another asked out of the darkness. It was an older male voice that called to me.
“It was just a plain room.” I lied, “White, sterile, nothing of importance. I’m sorry that I can’t tell you more. I don’t remember any of it.”
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