Taken

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

Mallory

                Thankfully, the next hour passed in silence. Mary was too caught up in worry for Ashen and I... well, I was trying to form a plan.

                Gaining back trust I had just carelessly thrown aside wasn’t going to be easy; at that moment, I was wondering if it was even possible. I had to stay hopeful, though. Surely Damien could learn to trust me again, right?

                I didn’t have the answer then, but I was still determined. I had messed up, immensely, and I was going to fix it. If it took years, then I would be patient.

                Yes, I had decided to stay with Damien when the week came to an end. He had given me the choice, and I had chosen. The grudge I was holding was ridiculous, and I had finally realized that. We would still have our problems, everyone did, but I was ready to at least try.

                So there I was, leaned up against the wall as I stared aimlessly at… well nothing in particular really. I could see Mary standing over the unconscious Ashen in my side view. That was the position she’d assumed after my little confession.

                My mind was racing like miniature race cars, just accomplishing in making me dizzy with my own thoughts. I was making and dismissing plans at amazing… yet worrisome speeds.

                ‘You know, I’m a little concerned.’ Tyler commented after a while of my scheming.

                At what, I asked.

                ‘You; I really can’t believe you haven’t thought of it yet.’ He chuckled. I fought to control my face from masking into a scowl; real helpful, Tyler.

                Care to elaborate, oh great one? I mocked, snickering.

                ‘Gladly,’ he said, making me frown before continuing. ‘You’ve lost his trust,’ he started.

                Thanks for reminding me, I grumbled mentally. He sighed before continuing.

                ‘If he doesn’t trust you, what do you think he’s expecting you to do at the end of the week? Hmm?’ he pushed. My frowned deepened.

                Leave… I finally thought, trailing off.

                ‘Exactly; and when you don’t leave he’s going to…?’

                … Trust me? I tried, hoping I understood correctly.

                ‘Theoretically,’ he chirped, sounding proud.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? I insisted, confused.

“Chill, it means we’re not inside; how are we supposed to know exactly where they are?” he answered. What? That didn’t… wait.

I snapped my head up, realizing those words were spoken out loud. I looked in time to see Damien- still in a bad mood, I noted- storm in, an anxious set of twins behind him.

Automatically, his eyes landed on me before he swiftly turned away, moving to Mary; ouch. I fought to control the hurt in an attempt to keep it off my face. I pushed gently away from the wall, folding my arms across my chest but making no attempt to approach him.