They Found Me (Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 22 Working on the inside

Chapter 22 Working on the inside

He got away.

Being confined to a damn bed, for two weeks, with no walking around has made me bitter and stiff and a full time grouch. I am grouchy beyond words and itching to do something. But no, no one will let me do anything at all. After I woke up, and the initial freaking out was over, the coddling began.

“Do you need anything?”

“What can we get you?”

“Were here for you, we love you”

“Don’t move, you have us, relax”

This was pretty much all I heard, and I was about to snap a cap in someones rear end pretty soon. I sighed, I knew it wasn’t their faults for tiptoeing and such, but I was so done with this. The freaking Doc said I could get up, and that it would be good for the babies.

Daddy and Pen were on the next plane out here as soon as Cay called them. Daddy has hardly left my side, but told me how scared he was and how much he loved me over and over. I told him what happened, and in all honesty it freaked me out when my big strong, Alpha Daddy, broke down in front of me. I saw him cry the night I came to him, but he was being strong for me, but the night he came in my room to see me..... I had never felt like the worst daughter ever.

It took me almost two hours to calm him down saying I was alive and the babies are fine. I didn’t mind, it felt good to be needed and to do something. And that was the last time I’ve been needed in two weeks.

And back to my first topic. He got away. Miguel had eluded the teams, even after being chased down, he just..... disappeared. I wasn’t really worried, but at the same time, I was terrified. I knew some of his plans, though I can't be sure they were honest, but I got the gist of it- He wanted his fathers tittle and to abolish the race of his non followers, it wasn’t good.

Marcus has been great, I told them all about what happened and what I learned. I couldn’t elaborate on much but I did try. I also tried to find his thread, I knew it was still there, but it was like it was just out of my reach.

The main thing that got my attention about the thread, was the red tint to it, I didn’t know what that meant, I mean it's not like I got a handbook saying 'how to read your threads' so I had no idea. I could see what ones worked with Miguel though, they all had a red tint to it, just not as vibrant as his and the other golden-red, who I still didn’t know who that was, it was blocked like Miguels.

I knew some basics about the threads though, like blue, blue was calm people, people who were good at helping calm others, a natural ability. Cay's line was blue. Green was strength, like the enforcers and guards, anyone in that position was green, like Ash. He didn’t have a tittle but he was strong in that sense, he was my guard, enforcer, he was all of it, that’s why Cay and him went well together, working both sides to the neutral.

Cay could calm us both down, knew what to say, how to diffuse certain situations, he was great in all ways. Ash was perceptive and defensive, courageous and heady when needed. My boys were my balance.

We had all been working on solutions and possible outcomes, possible attacks all that jazz. I was there for the most part but I would space out, my mind wondering back to that room and what he did. He could have killed my babies.

Shaking my head of all the thoughts coming to me now I looked back around my stupid fake hospital room. On the surface it looked like a regular room. Underneath? Well it was everything but. My room was fitted for a war zone, I had weapons at the ready, I had several panic buttons placed in the room. I had alarms even in the bathroom, under the toilet, a reachable area, this place was decked out with everything a paranoid person would need. And guess what.... I wasn’t the paranoid one, everybody else was.