Fated reborn - Chapter 79: Chapter 79

My body went stiff as voices I didn't recognize crowded the quiet space. I didn't open my eyes either because I wasn't keen on making conversation.
"She looks like such an innocent girl," one voice said.
"She's not. She's been a thorn in my side for weeks on end." That voice I recognized. Authoritative as ever, my Father snapped at whoever had spoken.
I clamped my eyes tighter and hoped my breathing didn't sound as erratic as it truly was.
"Have you decided what to do with her?" Some other voice asked, and this time it sounded aged. Could it be the elders? Maybe some council members?
"Mmm, I have."
"Do you want to wake her?" This voice was bothering immature, young.
"God no. I just wanted you to see what you're working with, and I hope you'll do as I asked." My Father replied.
His words echoed in my mind, and I so wanted to get up and demand what he thought he was doing.
Trails were supposed to be fair but the way I see it, the outcome was already pre determined and he just had to sit back and watch it all unfold.
"I think we should leave, I've seen enough," the aged voice said after a few paused of silence and murmurs went around before they left. I waited a good five minutes until there steps were long faded before I could breathe easy. Then, it had felt like an invisible weight was resting on my whole body and if I moved, it would shatter with me under it.
My mind ticked back and forth as I thought of what to do. Foolishly, I had believed that there might be an ounce of hope for me to get away without actually being thrown out of banished in disgrace, but it was a forgone conclusion.
My Father would get exactly what he wanted, and I stood no chance.
This cell was brighter than the last so I knew when dusk fell before the day got darker. The buzz of u sect wings accompanied my thoughts until they were interrupted by an approaching presence.
A figure wearing black on black came into view and was carrying a a large back pack. My breath seized and I thought my Father had thrown everything to hell and had decided to massacre me instead.
"Why are you just sitting there! Come on."
"... Trent?"
He looked nothing like himself, but then again, how many times had I seen him in all black and his may times had he looked so serious doing anything.
"Yes, who else would it be?" He let out frustrated as he began the task of unlocking the cell.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe a bloody murderer? For all I know, you could be anyone my Father sent to kill me," I defended, and Trent tilted his head to the side. I couldn't see him very well, but I knew he had rolled his eyes.
"So dramatic," he huffed, "now come on, we are getting out of here tonight." He answered as he shoved a few clothing items my way.
"Put this on and hurry up." He stepped back and I rubbed the back of my neck timidly. Trent noticed my movement and sighed.
"We don't have much time Wyn." He walked out of the cell and faced the wall, and sure they he wasn't going to turn around to look, I pulled the baggy jumper on and dark wash jeans before signalling to Trent that I was ready.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, and I suddenly felt like how Trent used to feel, everything so far was uncertain to me. And the fact that we hadn't been interrupted didn't sit right with me.
"Very. Now less talk and more do," he stated. Done with getting ready,he grasped my hand in his, and we began the trej into the main pack house.
My heart was in my throat as we moved, and even as we progressed, I couldn't help feeling like there was something we were missing here. It all seemed too easy.
I wanted to ask about Daisy but my mouth sealed shut when we stopped at one of the rooms in the pack house to pick up a keeping Daisy. A bitter taste washed over my mouth and I hoped that for Daisy's sake everything would go well.
We advanced, my feet padding against the floor just like the way my heart pounded against my chest. We were close to the pack house exit, just a little further now, I told myself.
Trent stopped us dead in our tracks before taking me to a side door I couldn't remember ever seeing before.
So close, so close. The smell of the fresh crisp night air tingled my nose, and I knew I was close to freedom. The door gave way, and I peeked at some of the stars in the blanket of night.
Everything happened so fast in the next moment.
"And where are you going?" I knew that voice very well, even if it had hardly addressed me personally. Nicky boy bared his cruel gaze at us, and at once, I knew we had fallen into a trap.
"Your Father did say you would try to escape but men, I didn't think it would be this soon. Did you really think that you could escape just like that?" He mocked, and I didn't bother to tell him he was right.
No matter how scared I had been, there had been a foolish sliver of hope in my heart that Trent and I had a chance to make it out do here.
"And I'm disappointed in you," he tisked at Trent but Trent remained frozen in his spot, his hand tightly wrapped around his sister.
I shoved Trent lightly in the side, and his eyes find mine.
"Snap out of it. We can't stay here," I whispered through gritted teeth and hoped Trent would catch my drift.
Nicky boy started approaching us, and I caught Trent's eye one more time.
"Run."
We booked it out of there and towards the woods.