It All Started With a Diary

fighting it|part 3

By the time we stopped, I didn't even feel like we did. I had to force myself to look up, but Kade nearly had me molded into his backside. I swallowed tightly as he did a knock of some-sort against a door.

The door opened with a creak, and a moment later, a short, lanky bodied man came through. He did some type of handshake with Kade then nodded toward us. Kade nodded back, gripping me tighter as we walked through. Several men moved out of the way, before sending us, well me an odd look. One let their eyes linger on my chest, which Kade debunked immediately with a glare.

I nearly fell out as an arm wrapped around my shoulder until I realized. It was his.

Kade tightened his grip, his eyes glaring at any onlookers. I felt him crane his neck, leaning close enough so that only I could here. "You good?"

I couldn't answer; I didn't think myself able to. This was all...a lot. So instead, I just hardened my gaze ahead and carried on.

The room looked old, but it was furnished with slightly new furniture. Random chairs and sofas with different sizes and colors of bottles and leftover food wrappers, all against either surface of the space. The white tile was shaded with both cigarette ash and butts, all presumably old. The longer we carried on down the space, the more the white walls were lined by large lockers.

There were men already there, all too focused on searching through their lockers to notice anything else. I still held my head down, only glancing up when I felt the need to. I even caught sight of one of the man as they undid some type of wrapping around his hands, tearing at a piece with his teeth until it was gone.

Kade stopped abruptly, right in front of another door. He pulled a key from his pocket, pushed the door open, then turned to me. Without another word, he grasped my hand and tugged me inside. "You'll be safe in here. Don't come out, Kimberly. I'm not kidding."

The room smelled dusty, and I could sort of see why. Cobwebs shadowed different corners of the medium sized space. A sofa was situated against the far right of the peeling painted wall. It faced the side of a large table, one that nearly stretched to the other wall. Chairs were scattered on either side, but they didn't seem very reliable. Above it all hung a television with dust building up on the top. 

I swung my head back to Kade's direction but froze when I saw that he was no longer there.

What the...

I stood by myself in the room, staring at the door, which I had attempted but it was locked shut. I wanted him to come back, to tell me what the hell was going on here.

I was wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have came here; I should have minded my own business. In a place like this, I obviously didn't belong, nor did I want to belong. There was no way in hell that I could understand the things going on here.

I felt my face grow flush at the possibilities. What if Ryland and my father found out I had been here? In this incredibly violent place, where god knows what else goes on. I'd only seen a speck and was petrified.

How deeply was Kade involved? Why would he be in the first place? The man was rich, really rich, from what I could tell. He had everything, possession wise, so, why need to do this?

I pushed those thoughts behind me, and instead focused on my surroundings. The door was locked, so I was stuck here, not that I wanted to rejoin the men outside anyway. I sighed; there was nothing I could do but wait. Just as I begun to sit, the door clicked and was pushed open from the either side.

At the look on Luke's face, my relief soon shifted into indignation.

His frown turned into a scoff as he set eyes on me. Levi followed right behind him, a small smile upturning his lips when he noticed me.