Anastasia

Twenty Eight

Anastasia's POV

One Month Later

I woke up and winced, my stomach felt sore. I sat up and groaned, squeezing my eyes shut.

I sat still for a few moments until I felt it climbing my throat. I quickly got out of bed and raced to the bathroom.

I slammed the door shut behind me and dropped to my knees in front of the toilet.

I threw up into the toilet, gripping my stomach as tears flowed freely down my cheeks.

My bathroom door burst open and my parents rushed over to me. I sat back away from the toilet and my mom hugged me.

"Oh Ana."
She muttered, stroking my hair and I sobbed into her chest. I was getting worse.

I was so sick, and tired, it was finally taking its toll on my body. I had lost weight, my skin was pale, my face was hollow and I always felt in pain.

"Whats wrong with me?"
I sobbed and my mom stroked my back.
"It's because you're stressed and you haven't been eating. I've told you to eat, honey."
She replied and I looked over at my dad.

He hugged me tightly and I continued to sob.
"Ana! I think I know where Lincoln is!"
John shouted, bursting into my room and I removed myself from my parents grip.

I raced out of the bathroom and John looked at me, his eyes wide. My dad gave me a house coat and I wrapped it around myself.

"Where, John?"
I whispered and we walked over to the couches. Every place we had listed that Lincoln owned we had searched, and they were all empty.

Lincoln wasn't there.

"Since you've been sick in bed Enid and I worked with that spy. He kept giving us loose ends and your cousin, being sucpicous of everyone, realized something was wrong with him.

She realized that he was directing us away from a certain place that he thought we wouldn't notice on our list. Lincoln's father owned a summer cottage, where he often took people to be tortured.

When we suggested this spot, the spy continued to try lead us away so last night Enid followed him around until she was able to get proof he was working for Junior.

Now we know where Lincoln is, after spending the rest of the night, torturing the guy for answers. He is at the summer home, but we had to see what type of defences and if Junior was staying somewhere else with an escape plan."
John explained and I stared up at him.

"We're making a plan and getting everyone ready. We're getting him back. We should be back by tonight."
He told me and I hugged him, tears rolling down my cheeks.

They were bringing Lincoln home. He would be home.

"Go. Bring him home."
I whispered and John nodded, racing out of the room.
"You need to start eating."
My mom told me and I nodded as she left the room.

Lincoln was finally coming home.

**

I stepped out of the shower and looked over my body in the mirror. I didn't have smooth curves anymore, I looked fragile and pointy.

Most of my clothes were loose on me now and my hair was the only volumous thing left on me.

I left the bathroom after wrapping a towel around myself and walked into the closet.

I pulled on a tanktop and some pj pants I could tie, so they fit around my slim waist.

I threw on a loose hoodie as my mom walked into my room with more food. Fruits, vegetables, foods with lots of protein and some with fat.