unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 41.5

A/n: NOT EDITED.

Someone said that I should have written this from Chelsea POV, I actually sorta agree with that because THAT is sorta the beauty of her POV's, she can describe the scene, with everyone's thoughts, so it's not so one sided... But everyone.... thanks for reading and enjoying... I love those of you that are team #OakRan/#Kierley (lol)

Someone (well a few) asked if I would be translating my story...?? Well... uhm... what language? it might sound dumb but I thought that if you were reading this else where that it was translated automatically to whatever you as a reader chose (lol). As I'm typing this I would like you ALL to know I'm laughing at myself now that I'm actually voicing that thought... SMH @ myself lol.

anways, enjoy :)

Chapter 41.5 – Kieran POV

        There were a lot of things that happened in the facility, but none of them were good, kind, loving or pleasurable at all, I came to know that unbelievably fast. The people in those places weren’t kind, and pleading didn’t help, crying until my throat was raw didn’t help. Those that were particularly vicious and were something right out of hell, well they loved all that. Yet you never knew who you’d get when they came, were you getting one that wanted you to beg, tell them what you did wrong, beg them for the punishment you deserved or were you going to get the ones that wanted you quiet. That would inflict pain that left your skin raw to the touch, that even mere air caused you to whimper, but they wanted you to not utter a single sound.

        Were you going to get the ones that like to use their hands? Or were you going to get the ones that used objects you’d find inside a home? Did they choose items that made a sickening sound as it cut air, before it even hit your skin? Would the object burn? Sting? Feel like millions of tiny pricks all at once?

        I blinked twice, swallowed thickly as Oakley held out her hand to me, realizing I wanted to touch her, I wanted to hold her hand. I could do that… I longed too… she wasn’t wearing shocking gloves, or the black ones they used at the facility because I was too dirty to touch. They didn’t have anything I could smell that would make me itch, no open cuts, and her hands looked soft. I spent what I knew was a long time just staring at them, deciding if it would be safe, when I looked back at Oakley I was sure I’d see her impatience but her face hadn’t changed at all, she still looked hopeful that I’d want to hold her hand.

        “Nothing is going to change or happen if you hold my hand Kieran,” she whispered sure of that statement, but I knew better, you don’t though, you only know what those people did to you, forced you to do, Nyx contradicted me; it wasn’t the first time but he was very persistent lately.

        I reached forward, keeping my eyes on Oakley’s, open and welcoming, a small smile of encouragement, while I just had so much in my head that I couldn’t concentrate on one thing. The thudding of my heart, the beating I could hear right behind my ear that seemed to be quickening. It’ll be okay Kieran Nyx coaxed me. “Why don’t you try this instead?” her other hand came up, her index finger traced from the tips of her middle finger down to her wrist, softly, just ghosting over. “This way you can see nothing bad will happen if you touch me… I won’t even grasp your hand, just – I’ll be very still…” again she said with a hopeful smile and I had to admit that did sound better than holding her hand, just touching her with one finger so I could see nothing bad would happen. “Then I can do the same to you, no one will get hurt,” I found myself nodding, even though I knew it would.