Prison Bars

Blake's POV:

A yell of victory breaks the silence that surrounded my brother and I in his office. And no sooner that it had, his right-hand man came barging in carrying something over his shoulder.

Not something! My brain shouts at me, bringing me to realize just what the large man across from me was carrying.

No.

The realization hits me square in the face, and I knew that if my brother hadn't been to preoccupied, he would have seen the shock and fear that came across it.

Without a care in the world, Pratchet threw an unconscious Emily onto the couch, smiling like he had won a Nobel Prize. And it didn't take my brother long to realize what that prize was.

He got up and slapped Pratchet on the shoulder, congratulating him, before walking over to her, making my jaw clench and my body shake with barely untamed anger that he was getting so close.

"Well look what we have here Blakey." He said as he moved a strand of hair off her face. Malice, anger, and victory making his eyes gleam.

My fists clamp together, making fists when his hand trails down over her body before looking at me, forcing me to relax and act neutral.

"Oh! I completely forgot to introduce you two. Blakey, meet Emily. This is the little bitch that escaped my prison."

At the memory, his eyes flash and he gets up to walk away from her like she was a disease.

"Shouldn't you wait until she's conscious before making introductions, brother?" I say, my anger shining through more than I would like at him calling her a bitch.

"Oh, I don't think she'll mind. Introductions will be the last thing on her mind when she wakes up, trust me."

There's a sick, twisted smile on his face when he looks back at me. Making my anger turn to fear just as quickly as it arrived.

"Pratchet, take her to cell 302 after she wakes up. And make sure she stays there."

A small flicker of amusement fills me at the fact that he now has to double security on everything because one little girl escaped him. And his business and his ego took a huge hit from it. The little flicker is gone just a quickly when I realize what cell number he said.

302. No, no, no, no.

That cell is used for the worst of the worst. My father wasn't the coward that my brother is, and when he took his enemy's, he made sure that they were the ones that deserved it. Cell 302 was used for the enemy's that he never wanted to see again. He made sure that the last thing they saw before they died was the mold infesting the ceiling before they took their last breath. He tortured them for weeks. And made sure that when my brother was born, he knew exactly how to take care of the people that wronged him.

He brought me along too, when he could. When I realized what he was trying to show me, what he was trying to turn me into, I hid in a secret compartment in my bedroom wall. They never found me.

My brother always thought I was weak for evading my father's lessons, laughing at me for being a "scared little bitch" as he called me, but I didn't care.

Getting pulled out of my thoughts by a low groan, I saw Emily shaking her head as she tried to wake up. Catching the attention of my brother as well.

"Well welcome back Emily! For a second we thought we had lost you. That would have been a pity." My brother said from his chair, putting his legs up like he didn't have a care in the world. But I could see the anger brimming just behind his blue eyes. Strong enough to scare any man.

But I wasn't scared of my brother. I was scared of the moment when Emily opened her eyes, scanned the room, finding me across from her and the panic and confusion that appeared in her eyes that I knew would eventually lead to hate and anger. Blurring her thoughts of me, making the good ones lost among the sea of lies that were no doubt appearing in her head because she didn't know the truth. And at this moment, I couldn't tell her.

I looked away from her before my brother noticed anything, but my heart begged me to glance back.

"Warden. What the hell do you want?" She spit, brushing the hair out of her eyes so she could glare at him.

Pride filled my chest at the fact that she wasn't just cowering away in fear, even if that is what she should do to avoid too much of my brother's hatred and wrath. But she didn't glance back at me, so she wasn't able to see the emotions flicking across my face.

"That's no way to speak to your host, Emily! I thought you knew better than that. Did your father teach you no manners? Oh, that's right, he wasn't around. How is daddy dearest now? It's been a while."

Being the ass that he is, he smirked at her, knowing his words hurt, but not giving a damn.

"He's fine, thanks for asking. I'll be sure to say hello for you when I see him again. I mean, it's not like you can keep me here for long. Isn't that right, Warden?"

I could see the smile barely touching her lips, taunting him even though she knew the price. That's when she finally glanced at me. Some of the anger fading away at the memory of our time together. It was only for a moment though, because the next second she was cautious and closed off. The way she was when I first met her. Before she started healing. And while she put on a brave face in front of my brother, I could see the progress she had made unraveling like yarn. Making me yearn to hold her. To comfort her.

But we couldn't do that here. Once again, I was faced with the position of betraying my brother, and once again, my lips twitched at the image of him ripping his hair out and smashing his office to pieces because he lost his prisoner again. And this time, he would never get her back.