A soothing thought reaches me in the depths of my grief; I’m not completely alone. There are four others that have proved time and again they will fight for me, bleed for me. They’ve welcomed me into their hearts, but I haven’t given them the same courtesy. The Shadowed Souls isn’t a name for a bunch of lost teenagers who had shitty upbringings, they are a solid unit. There for each other when it really matters, defending their brothers with a bond stronger than blood. I may not know what to do next, but I know they will have my back. My true family.
Wyatt
Stepping into the scolding spray of water, I instantly grab a sponge and scrub every inch of skin Meg touched. Not because I’m disgusted, because I liked it. What is wrong with me? I had such a clear plan, deliver Ray his revenge and live an easy, quiet life hiding away from the world in a place I’m wanted. But the Meg had to come along with her pale blue eyes that haunt my dreams and stoke my nightmares. Her brown waves felt so right wrapped around my hand as she took me all the way into her mouth with ease. I’m still as hard as granite, nowhere near sated enough when my fingers itch to pleasure her, my cock throbbing to feel her clench around me with my name falling from her lips. Fuck, I’m seriously in trouble here.
My body is rubbed raw by the time I give up, unable to banish her from my mind. There was a connection between us, I’m sure of it and I won’t be able to rest until I know for sure if she feels the same. It’s stupid of me to consider I could be of worth to someone, especially when I can’t have a future with her but the longing look in her eyes couldn’t have been my imagination. Even if we have missed the chance to explore it further, I need to know.
Hopping from the shower cubicle and roughly drying my body, I make quick work of picking out a fresh tracksuit and dressing with hurried fingers. I pause briefly, my fingers still on my fly as I glance around and notice there’s no shadow lurking in the corner. I take in the whole room, hunting for the figure that’s been keeping me company but she’s nowhere to be seen. My untouched pill box on the bedside table is staring back at me and I have to wonder what’s to blame for her sudden disappearance, and if I’m upset by it or not.
Refocusing on the warm feeling spreading through my limbs and not wasting time with a t-shirt, I zip up my hoodie and leave the room with excitement bubbling within me. I need to lock this shit down, not bound back to her like a giddy school-boy with his first crush. I’ve never lacked a woman to warm my bed at night, but I’ve never had anything close to a connection to one.
Suddenly remembering I need the key to her cell, the thought crushing the reality of our situation back into me, I jog back to find my discarded jeans on my bedroom floor. My hands search the pockets, my eyebrows creasing as each one comes up empty. Shit, I must have dropped it. Unless…no. There’s no way. She couldn’t have used me…
Running down the staircase at a speed my feet are unable to keep up with, I ignore the curious glances thrown my way by passing guards and vault myself into the stone stairwell which leads beneath the house. I slow my steps, my heart beating out of tune with anticipation for what I’m about to find. Please let me be wrong about this. Stepping off the final stair, my eyes land on the heavy chain sprawled across the floor, the key still in the padlock hooked into it. Her door is ajar, only darkness lurking within. I’m aware she acted as any prisoner on death row would, but I still can’t help to wonder if it was her fate she was running from or was it me too?
A hard wall shuts down over my emotions, anger at my own foolishness taking over. How could I have been so stupid?! Of course, she’d never want me, I was just a part of her plans, an obstacle in the way. Figuring she wouldn’t have risked venturing into the main house, I take off in the opposite direction. The floor slopes a little as I’m enveloped in pitch black, unable to see my hand in front of my face as I trail the wall with my fingers. I creep softly, listening for any signs of life up ahead.
The tunnel twists and winds further than I expected, my hand falling into the air each time I reach a sharp corner. There could be multiple different routes for all I know but I keep following the same wall, trying to keep up a steady pace to find her before Ray realizes she’s missing. I don’t know why I feel the need to protect her, but if I can manage to usher her back into the cell before the guards bring the slop they call her dinner, she won’t need to suffer any more than she already is. Well, until they kill her at least.
My fingers smooth across the brass hinges of a door in time to stop myself from crashing into it. Wooden grooves and a closed metal sheet over the grate tell me this is the same type of door as the cell’s, the hint of a light inside visible through a couple of widened cracks now I’m looking closer. A muffled scream sounds from inside, my heart thrashing around my rib cage as I recognise Meg’s high-pitch and I heave
