Hey bitchess! I'm having too much motivation to write- LMFAO.
Also, for anyone confused: Maeve and Ethan are not going to be together as in a relationship! She's just with him so he won't hurt anyone else. 😕
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☾︎ Maeve ☽︎
I take a deep breath before turning my phone on. Tears keep streaming down my face when reading Silas' messages.
-FROM SILAS
Baby, please come back. Please.
-FROM SILAS
I'm sorry for not telling you but please don't do it.
-FROM SILAS
Maeve, don't leave me on delivered. Amore, please don't.
I try my best not to text him back. Instead, I click Ethan's contact, the same number that texted me yesterday.
-FROM ME
Meet me at the meeting spot.
My message is instantly seen like he was waiting for me to message him. I wipe the tears off my face and make my way to the meeting spot in the forest.
My heart hurts, and my eyes are red and puffed. I feel like having a panic attack... But there is no Silas who can comfort me.
A couple of minutes later I stand there, in the middle of the forest leaning against a tree.
I rapidly turn around hearing a brick crack, there he was. The monster that keeps ruining my life; Ethan.
"I told you so," He chuckles, "You're mine now."
I let out a shaky breath, looking down at the ground, "Don't cry, babe. You're too pretty to cry." He takes close steps towards me, his thumb wiping my cheeks.
Just like Silas did.
"Don't touch me," I grit but Ethan looks unbothered, "Don't boss me around, or I'll kill your friends with a snap of my fingers. Understood?" He threatens and I nod.
"Quite pathetic. You really care that much about your so-called friends?" He laughters.
They're my family.
"Yes. I do," I tell him, maintaining eye contact, "That will get you killed." He snaps.
I shrug, "Then I'll die," Everything is better than being with him here.
"Let's go then?" He changes the subject, my body tenses at the idea of me going with him. I have no choice but to obey as I nod.
"See you when you wake up," I frown in confusion but unexpectedly feel a pinch on my arm, my head turns around seeing a syringe being injected into the limb.
"You're finally back home," He whispers before my eyes flutter close, darkness clouding my mind.
ϟ Silas ϟ
"What do you mean she left?!" Leah shouts, almost pulling her ginger hair out of her head in panic. Kayla is frozen as she has her head in her hands.
"I don't fucking know either. Max, can you track her down?" I call out in panic, my blood is boiling.
I want to fucking kill someone. And that someone is going to be that fucker.
"I can," Everyone's head turns towards the voice, seeing Rowan standing at the doorframe.
"You should be resting!" Mason yells at Rowan but he only gets an eye rollback, "I know how to track her down." Rowan speaks, already having my attention.
"I gave her the necklace you bought," He tells me and I frown until I recall that time I purchased us a matching necklace and I perhaps hid a tracker inside hers.
I thought I lost the necklaces but I guess Rowan found them.
"Look, why are we talking about necklaces?" Cayden's tone shows frustration, "Cayden-," Kayla tries to calm him down even though it doesn't work.
"No, our sister is handing herself over to protect us! We're her big brothers, we're supposed to protect her!" Cayden shouts at Griffin and Aaron next to him.
"We'll find her," Kayla mumbles, again trying to calm him down.
"I'll get the technology we need to track her," Xavier mutters before leaving, "I'll be in the kitchen," Nico mutters.
I guess I'm not the only one who's feeling terrible. No single smile is shown in this house, even Max who is always positive is not smiling anymore.
Nico whose quite a player now tells us that he's going to sit in the kitchen, but in reality, we all know he waits at the backdoor for when she decides to come back.
I notice how everyone has a lack of energy, how Rowan fidgets with her favourite knives she used on missions or how Elias keeps staring at her paintings on the walls.
Also, Leo doesn't take as many pictures like he used to. He barely touches his camera. Instead, he's working with Max trying to track mi amore down.
"We found something," Rowan calls out and I'm already sprinting over to them.
Hang on mi amore.
☾︎ Maeve ☽︎
My eyes feel even heavier than normal, my limbs tingling as I struggle to open my eyes. A beam of light shines on my face, and I try to move my right arm but now see that it's cuffed to a table.
I'm laying on a cold marble floor, still wearing the same clothes I did earlier. Wait- how long was I out for?
"You're awake," I flinch, hearing Ethan's voice speak. His figure retreats from the shadows, a creepy grin on his face.
"You've been passed out for 5 hours," He answers the question I was thinking about. 5 hours? Did someone notice I was gone?
My eyes fall down to the plate in his hands, it's filled with food only making me nauseous.
A while ago I promised Silas I would eat, but I guess we both are breaking our promises.
I look away from him and he sighs, "You need to eat," I can see right through his awful act.
"I'm not hungry," I snap in anger.
"For me? Promise me you'll eat? Please?" He almost sounds like he's begging.
I force my eyes to close, his words remind me of Silas and it hurts too much.
"For you?" I question and snort, "I'll rather starve to death." His jaw clenches and he throws the plate across the wall, I slightly flinch and chuckle at his reaction.
"You still don't trust me?" He questions, "You're not the one who's cuffed against a table." I lift my cuffed hand for him to look at.
"Also you once threw a glass at me and dug your nails in my arm like a freaking cat so no, I don't trust you," I add and he breaths in and out deeply.
"Well, you'll have to learn to trust me. Because you'll be stuck with me forever," He fixes his clothes, not daring to look me in the eyes.
"One day I'll have you in the same position as me, with a gun to your head and I'll say the same thing to you," I chuckle, "Does that sound good?"
He cracks his knuckles before calling someone I don't recognize inside the dimmed room.
"Every time she opens her dirty mouth you can hurt her, alright?" Ethan stares at me with a smirk, no remorse on his face.
"Yes, sir." The male answers, before Ethan nods and exits the room.
"Pathetic," I chuckle and the man shakes his head before walking up to me, fisting his hand around my hair tugging it backwards.
"Shut the fuck up," He cusses and I narrow my eyes, "Go to hell," I mutter only causing myself more trouble because he's pulling my hair even harder.
"I should probably kill you," He mutters, "Another Nystrom less." My blood runs cold, a glare covers my whole face in anger.
"I hope you starve," He snaps and I nod my head, "Yeah, I hope too. Death is better than being with your so-called boss."
He lets go of my hair, my scalps burning with pain. I then notice his fist is in the air, and with a quick movement, it landed on my jaw.
Not going to lie, that really hurts.
"Don't speak about Mr. Ambrose like that!" The male shouts and the thought of him having anger issues crosses my mind.
"Mr?" My tone expresses confusion, "Ethan is not a man, he's a fucking boy."
"Bitch," He mumbles under his breath but I still hear it, "Puttana[Manwhore]" I mumble back, his eyes snapping towards mine.
"What does that mean?" He spat and I chuckle because he looks so stupid right now.
Wait, did I look that stupid when I asked Silas what Italian phrases meant?
I look down at the ground, even though I don't want to hear a single thing about Silas my mind can't help but think of him.
"I don't know," I shrug and he points at me as a warning, "But you just said it." I groan in annoyance when his finger almost pokes my face.
"I say a lot of things. Could you be more specific?" I question, irritating him even more.
"Yeah, I'm not doing this." He pulls out his gun and right when I was thinking that he finally would kill me, he doesn't.
Instead, he hits my head harshly with the metal weapon.
My eyes start blurring again, black dots covering my vision as I force my eyes to close. The room is getting darker by the second until it's fully black.
ϟ Silas ϟ
"So, can you find her or not?" I question Max whose sitting behind a big computer screen now.
"Give me some time. She's probably somewhere that blocks the tracker, I need to find more information." Max explains and I groan.
I can't wait that fucking long- who knows what he's doing to her... Cazzo.
"Why didn't you just tell her," Nico groans and I send a glare towards him, "It's not that fucking easy, Nico." I snap, massaging my temples.
"And since when do you care so much?" I question and I notice the glare he sends me, he never was like this.
"Since she was actually interested in what kind of people we were, what we liked to do. And now she's somewhere, protecting us." Nico snaps, this is the only time I have ever seen him that pissed off.
"If something happens to her just know that it's your fault for not telling her. And yours too," He points to me and Rowan.
He exhales and inhales deeply before muttering, "I'll be in the kitchen," He leaves the room and I find myself starting to fiddle with the sun necklace I'm wearing.
Rowan gave it to me after we find out Maeve left, I haven't taken it off since then. It feels like a part of her is still here with me when I wear the necklace.
Hang on, mi amore.
☾︎ Maeve ☽︎
"I told you," I try to say, my voice shaking as I lean my back against the wall, "I'm not eating your disgusting food." I protest, giving Ethan a disgusting expression.
"You'll have to. You're starving," Ethan fires back, but it doesn't make a difference.
My body is covered with purple sore marks, they're my punishment for talking back.
"I'm. Not. Hungry." I repeat hoping I made myself clearly this time. He breathes giving up, "Maeve, I don't want to hurt you-,"
I snort rolling my eyes as I lean my head against the hard wall, "Yes, you do."
Why is he so bipolar?
"-But you're making it so hard for me not to." He finishes, standing up on his feet.
"Well, my body is already on the edge of giving up," I breathed, "It wouldn't make a difference."
His jaw clenches like he's holding in his anger.
"You give me no choice," Ethan mumbles before calling over one of his men to punish me for my horrible behaviour.
I glance at Ethan one last time before he walks out of the room. A harsh punch lands on my jaw, blood beginning to make its way down my nose.
I cough, tasting the familiar metallic flavour of blood in my mouth.
"You talk too much," The man chuckles, shaking his tired hand from punching me all day long.
I tug on the handcuffs for a hundred times today, but the cuffs are too tight not even letting my hand move an inch.
The man stands upright, "Accept your fate already," I close my eyes, my head was thrown back as slow but unsteady breaths leave my mouth.
"I did, I'm just quickening the process," I whisper and the man groans before kicking me in my stomach with no sympathy.
A whine leaves my throat as I hold my stomach, the pain only intensifies.
Blood stuffed in my throat as I spit on the ground feeling nauseous when I see the red liquid falling onto the ground.
"Love makes you weak," The man grins like a creep, "You're here protecting your so-called friends while they're having fun without you."
"How does it feel, huh?" The male smirks and I shrug.
"It feels good knowing my family is safe. I don't really care about anything else," I confess only causing him to shake his head.
"Pathetic," He mumbles before punching me once again, my back colliding with the hard wall as my head is already pounding.
~ ~ ~
It has been two days since I'm here in this place I like to call hell. I haven't even taken a single bite of the food that Ethan offered.
Ethan thought that I would begin trusting him again if he uncuffed me, his biggest mistake.
He left the room 5 minutes later and I take this to my advantage to snoop around the building I'm in to find more information.
I struggle to stand up from the cold marble ground, my hands against the wall to support my body up.
I don't waste time and instantly make my way to the door, opening it with ease and exiting the room.
Did Ethan get dumber?
The building is covered with darkness and I walk on my tiptoes to not make any sounds.
I keep my hands on the wall next to me in case my body decides to give up on me but luckily it doesn't.
My face morphs into a pair of confused ones as I read torture rooms with big letters on a door.
Will they take me there?
My hand touches the door handle as I slowly and carefully open the door, making sure not to make a sound.
I step my legs inside, the coldness of the room immediately greeting me as goosebumps arise on my skin.
I walk further into the torture rooms, not seeing a single person in them which makes me feel very relieved.
I'm met with the sights of a few cells in a room, the same cells me and the others saw when we went on that Silvius clan mission.
Also the same place we found my dad's ring.
The wind gets knocked out of my lungs when I'm pushed against the wall, a knife pressed right over my heart.
I gasp, looking up as my body freezes completely. My eyes widen, brows furrow as I try to comprehend the face of the person standing before me.
Confusion rushes over me, am I dreaming? Did I receive too many punches?
"Dad?" I mumble, seeing the familiar family member I thought was dead in front of me.
My dad.
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Uh, anyway so... Plot twist?
That was fun, wasn't it... Well yeah, everything is going to get better... I hope.
So, what did we think about this chapter? What are your predictions for the next chapters?
- Sabrina A.