unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 8

Rocking me back and forth, I accepted the comfort, “This isn’t your fault Oakley, wherever we are, this isn’t your fault,” he whispered but in the silence of this place, it sounded like a scream. I calmed – Uncle Grant’s tone overall as well – easily, “Why aren’t you more worried?” I asked when the sobs turned to minor hiccups.

Pulling away, he smirked at me; putting one around on my shoulders leading me back to the kitchen, “what do you see?” he asked a smile in his voice. How the heck could he be so nonchalant about all this? He believes that there is nothing to fear Oakley… voice said but I looked around. All appliances were in view, coffee maker, cooking utensils, seasons in the cabinet and –

“Knives?” I pointed to the set; a large butcher type knife hung freely, “They gave us knives…” I said confused. “Look at the foods,” he said standing letting me explore. Opening the fridge I see soymilk like we had at home, as well as eggs substitutes. Ben is allergic to milk, while I was allergic to eggs…

“I don’t know – I’m not all trusting but I’d go as far to say that whoever brought us here – wherever here is – has no intention of hurting us. All the food is sealed no puncture wounds in the containers, there are clothes – all our sizes – in the den,” he toys the note on the countertop.

I turned back to Uncle Grant his eyes fixated on the note in deep thought, tilting his head to the side, “Have you ever looked up the people that your mother mentions on the recording?” my face heats, but I shake my head embarrassed.

“What?” how could I explain without sounding nutty, I tapped my fingers like I did when I needed to focus, clear and order my thoughts.

“I’ve been too afraid to look the names up, I thought – mom said not to trust anyone and I just, you know that people can hack your computers or see what you look up and I didn’t want to garner any attention, even though I was dying to look up. Once at the community college campus in the library I was so – so close to looking them up, but then I chickened out because, I thought it would be too obvious,” Uncle Grant pursed his lips, slowly shaking his head but he didn’t look at me as though I was crazy, but there was a hint of what I could only identify as pity.

“You’ve been living in fear, I’m just so damn sorry that us – all the adults around you – failed you like this…” his voice begging for forgiveness that wasn’t necessary, in my opinion, because as he mentioned other adults, I thought of daddy. “Do you think Daddy is looking for us?” I was afraid to ask that question but only because I think I knew the answer. Who ever took us, had been planning this.

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Chelsea POV (November 28th 2014)

We didn’t have much time, the Elders had come to Gabriel’s hotel and as far as everyone else was concerned we were flying to Italy but we had another plan set up. In and out, Logan got Oakley, Ben, Julia and Grant into the house on the island, after I left a note and supplies. When we returned to the hotel the biggest problem we really had was Dana, Darren, Nona and Vanessa.

“I demand that we look for Amara,” Darren said while I was sitting on my hospital bed, feigning injury for the Elders sake, “Why don’t you ask the police to look for your sister? Right now we are dealing with grieving families, you remember? McKenna…” I said dryly. “Have you even checked on your wife? She was shot-”