Forbidden Love

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Skylar

When I wake up, my heart is pounding against my rib cage. My breathing is loud, and my throat is parched. I don't know where I am, just that I'm on a concrete floor and there's a large, brown door in front of me. It was musty, and there was no way to open it from the inside. The cage I was in was small, maybe seven feet by ten feet. Barely enough room for me to pace like I want to do right now.

Anxiety was coursing through my veins, and was causing me to look around frantically. I stand up slowly, and ignore the throbbing in my head. When I look up, I'm met with the same exact appearance as the floor. Dirty concrete.

I walk to the door and start pounding on it. "Let me out you stupid Rogues," I yell angrily and repeatedly.

Finally the door opens, but before I can dash out, it closes.

"You stupid Rogues," I mutter, looking at the floor. I didn't want to look in it's eyes right now.

"We may be stupid but you're the one locked in a cage," the man says cockily.

I look up, and gasp when I see Harry. Cairo's father, Harry. What was he doing here? He's human, not a Rogue. So why is he talking like he is one.

"Why are you helping the Rogues," I blurt. I don't bother to place my hand over my mouth though.

"Well, we made a deal," Harry says. "And this deal required me to get rather close with you."

"Rather close with me? You were rather close with Cairo and Muriel too! Along with my Dad and my Mom."

"Well, yes. They were part of the plan. Of course they didn't know," he laughs, as if he was telling the world's funniest joke. Not like he just admitted that he used the most important people in my life.

I stare at him in disbelief. "How could you, I mean, seventeen years?"

"Oh, wait, seventeen years? Cairo isn't my child!" Harry says, laughing loudly again. Where is the Harry I grew up with? The one that I saw kiss Cairo's knee whenever she skinned it. The one that looked like the happiest man on earth whenever he came back from work to Cairo and Muriel. Where is that Harry? I want him, not the one who thinks the cruelest of things are hilarious. Not the one who's dark eyes send uncomfortable shivers down my spine.

"You're lying, Harry," I say in denial. "Cairo looks just like you!" And it was true. Although Cairo looked like Muriel, she looked a lot like her Dad. They had the same thick, brown hair and deep, brown eyes. She had the same smile as his, a wide one that caused their deep dimples to show. There was no way he wasn't her Father.

"No, Cairo looks like her Father, Geran. And so do I. Which is the only reason why Muriel even married me. Our resemblance," he says, a scowl on his face.

I chew on my lip. Muriel would tell Cairo if Harry wasn't her Father, she would. She wouldn't just leave her in the dark.

"Anyways, Nate wants you," he says, reaching to grab my arm. I press it closer to me, more out of confusion than anything. He wasn't talking about the Nate I knew, was he?

"Oh come on," he says, exasperated. "Just follow me."

"Why," I ask, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Because Nate wants you."

"What's his last name?" A big part of me felt like it was Nate Tomilson.

Harry presses his lips into a thin line. It made him look old and worn out, but I knew he could still over-power me at any moment.