Expecting the Unexpected

Chapter 13

Sorry it's so short, I've been pretty busy this weekend, so I haven't had much time to write, but I didn't want to leave you guys with nothing, so here it is.

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"Sophia?" Jessie called out into the darkness, panic in her voice. "Soph are you ok? What did they do to you?"

I smiled slightly at her concern before answering her. "I'm alright Jessie. Drake just didn't want me to damage his pretty little face again I don't think. I'm chained to the wall."

"What?" she asked, horrified, but I could tell it was a rhetorical question. "But...but they can't do that! That's not fair!"

I almost burst out laughing at her statement. Of course they could do that. They just did. They were in charge, they could do what they damn well pleased, and we wouldn't be able to stop them.

And none of this was fair. It wasn't fair I was taken and kept here. It wasn't fair that she was abducted too. But just because it wasn't fair, didn't mean it didn't happen.

"Of course they can Jessie. They just did. I don't think they really care about fairness here," I answered.

"Right. Yeah. I actually forgot about that part, somehow," she muttered, almost as if she was ashamed of herself for forgetting about it.

There was silence in the room again as we were both caught up in our thoughts. I was still trying to figure out what was up with Sam. Why was he being so nice? Well, maybe he wasn't the kindest soul on the planet, but why did he look so regretful and apologetic? Surely, as Drake's partner, he knew what he was supposed to be doing.

The silence was broken when Jessie spoke up again.

"We're never getting out are we?" She asked. In that moment, she sounded so broken, and so vulnerable. As if she'd given up all hope of ever getting out of here alive.

"You don't know that Jessie. We just have to keep trying. Don't give up hope, ok?" I argued back. I wouldn't let her give up hope.

"But what good is it doing Soph? Nothing! We're stuck here, locked in a room. Heck, you're chained to a wall! You can't get anymore trapped than that. We can't argue back, or we get the crap beaten out of us. Face it Sophia, we're not getting out anytime soon. The sooner you realise that, the better." With that, I could hear Jessie as she moved to the opposite side of the room from me.

That was the first time we'd ever had a disagreement. I know we'd only been friends for a few days, but I never believed that we would argue about something. Especially here. I only had Jessie here, and she only had me. We couldn't afford to lose eachother.

But being the stubborn idiot I was, I wasn't going to back down and accept her words. I knew, deep down anyway, that they were true, but I didn't want to believe them. To me, believing we'd never get out was admitting defeat. I was never a good loser, and practically admitting the loss of my life didn't sit well with me.

"Just because you've given up, doesn't mean I will," I replied softly.

I was greeted with silence for a while, until Jessie answered.

"Why are we here exactly? You know as much about that as you do about how to get out," she stated.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out!" I answered back, exasperated. Why couldn't she just get that? Was it so hard to understand?

"Well, good luck figuring that out. And if you're so insistant about fighting back, enjoy the beatings, I can hardly see you fighting  with those chains locked around your wrists, and I sure as hell won't be stepping in to help," Jessie replied, ending the conversation.

Her tone held a sense of finality, as if she had nothing left to say. And truth be told, I didn't have anything to say to that. What could I have said? I would never ask her to take a blow for me. It was my choice to fight back, I would deal with the consequences, nobody else.

That was the last thing we said that night. None of us had anything else to say to the other. She'd made her decision to give up, I'd made mine not to. There was nothing either of us could say to change that.

The silence in the room reminded me of my first night here. The loneliness. The coldness. The boredom. But with Jessie and I both in the room, just not talking, it made it so much worse. To know I could've lost my friend was devastating. But my stubborness got the better of me, and I remained silent.

The chains were heavy around my wrists. They made my whole arms heavy, which meant my shoulders were seriously starting to hurt. No matter what way I sat, they weighed me down. I could feel the cuffs digging into my skin from the tightness. They were definitely doing the job they were meant for.

I must have eventually fallen asleep at somepoint. I awoke with a start, realising that I'd actually fallen asleep. I couldn't believe it. I was meant to stay awake. I'd told myself to stay awake. As much as I'd battled with my heavy eyes and the fatigue, they'd won over, and I'd given in to them.

I glanced around the room pointlessly. I don't even know why I did. It's not like I could see anything.

I wished Jessie would speak to me. But I knew she was as stubborn as I was. There wasn't going to be any conversations between the two of us for a while. It saddened me to think that, but still, I refused to break the silence.

A while later, I heard the usual footsteps we were used to in the morning. I knew it would be Sam to take us on our daily bathroom breaks, and to bring us a little food and water. The food wasn't much, we were still getting thinner and thinner by the day from lack of it, but it was a lot better than nothing. It was helping us survive.

But something was off with the footsteps. I could hear it. Sam wasn't alone.

Immediately, forgetting about the chains, I went to stand up. But the chains were holding me back. I was getting weaker everyday as well as thinnner. But I knew I had to get up. So with one final push of my legs, I was standing.

I heard Jessie quickly scramble to her feet on the other side of the room as the footsteps got closer. Without even thinking about it, or looking in her direction, I broke the silence.

"Get behind me. Now." My tone held no room for arguing. And even though we were arguing, I still felt protective over her. If she got hurt, I don't even know what I'd do. I couldn't even bear the thought of it though.

Without answering me, she quickly ran over and ducked her head down behind me. It worked last time, Drake didn't see her. I don't know if he even remembered her, but whatever happened, she didn't get hurt. That was all that mattered. Hopefully it'd be the same this time. I'd happily take all the blows in the world to make sure she stayed safe and unharmed.

The door opened and light flooded into the room, and alluminated the figures in the doorway. I was right. Sam wasn't alone. Drake was there too. What I hadn't counted on though, was there to be someone else with them, being held by the neck of his shirt in Drake's tight grip.

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A/N - So what do you think? Again, sorry it's so short. Let me know in the comments what you think, and if you like it, it'd be awesome if you gave it a vote :) I'm sorry to say this too, but I don't think I'll be able to upload by Tuesday, it'll probably be Thursday. I'll try my best, but I have 2 exams this week, so yeah. Colin is introduced the next chapter, and the main part of the story should be starting soon! :)