Shane's POV
Even after the informal we got, we are still in the same place just with more knowledge. Hozier has moved everything to the warehouse and is finding a safer place for all of us to live. The house is all packed except Frankie room, none of us have gone in to her room but Wyatt has taken it in his own to pack her room. Its been almost two weeks now, two weeks not knowing where she is, Whats happening to her, If shes alive, If... if shes dead.
No! I mentally slap myself. she cant be dead, we would know... right?
Frankies POV
after i took a shower i find a neatly folded pile of clothes and a tray of food, i tried to open the door but it was locked, that's been my new routine. sleep, eat, shower, find new clothes old clothes gone. no human contact.
I've lost track of time, nothing to help tell time, no window, no nothing. but today is different, I woke up feeling a a burst of energy and anger. I pasted the small room for a bit, going back and forth trying to figure out a plan. I walk into the bathroom and open the small Cabinet under the sink, some fem products oh gosh you shouldn't have i roll my eyes, more soap, toilet paper but nothing helpful.
I slam the cabinet door with a frustrated scream, I walk out of the bathroom. I walk to the locked door and slam my fits on the door "let me out! Verdammte hündinnen!" (fucking bitches) I don't know how long I slammed on the door and yelled cures that my mother would be upset with, long enough for my hands to be red and bloody and my throat to be raw and dry, just as i'm about to give up I hear the door unlock.
I jump back up when the door flys open to revel a vary annoyed looking man "Will you shut the fuck up?!" his voice booms throughout the room. "No! not until you let me out" i feel like i'm acting like a child trying to get out of time out. the guard just looks at me then walks out and closes the door. " Wait no!" i slam my hands agents to door and hiss in pain. i feel tires fall down my face, I slide down the door.
No no no no this can't be my life being stuck in one prison, taste a little bit of freedom and happiness just to be thrown in to the next, I cant live like this. feeling trapped and suffocated by my thoughts and my thoughts alone, I miss my family. I hold my self as I sob and cry out. My crys being the only sound in this room but that's as far as they go, they reach no one but my own ears.
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Torn
General FictionFrankie's life changes when her stepfather dies, and she finds out that her life has been a lie. When she has to move in with her 4 brothers and she finds out something that her brothers don't want her to find out. Her brothers are expecting their l...
