ERASED

Something to lose

Ezra held my gaze for long seconds, seemingly trying to detect if I was joking or truly meaning my words. Realizing that I was, he pierced my eyes with a glare that could send daggers flying through the air and shook his head.

"Are you being serious?" He asked.

"Why would I joke about something like that?" I shifted on my feet, trying to avoid the daggers that kept coming my way.

"Logan, you don't even know what's out there" He said dryly.

"Yes, but you do!" I raised my hands towards him. "We could come up with a plan that would get us both the hell out of- mmhm!"

He had smashed his enormous hand over my mouth and was suddenly standing in front of me, towering above me. His eyes were big and were still sending sharp daggers at me.

"Could you stop repeating that? We shouldn't even be speaking to each other" He glanced around like somehow the walls could be listening. Suddenly a small paranoia crawled itself inside me and I just nodded at him slowly.

His hand was still pressed on my face and it took me a while to notice it was not just preventing me from talking, but also breathing altogether.

"Mmh cnmt mmrth" I said as I pulled on his hand until he finally released me from the death grip. I sucked in a big chunk of air and glared at him.

"Unnecessary" I scolded him, he just shrugged at me and turned to leave.

"Wait a second, I'm not done here" I reached for his arm and ended up grasping his bicep, realizing and quickly pulling my hand away like if it had burned me. Ezra noticed.

I pushed the embarrassment away as I focused on what was important. Which definitely wasn't his hard biceps or the soft skin that surrounded it. Definitely.

"I told you, it's impossible. And keep quiet, will you? The stakes are high in my situation" He moved to turn his back on me once more, walking away until I talked.

The stakes are high in his situation?

The way he said it like he was the only one affected by these whole situation, made my blood boil and my fists clench.

"Do you think my stakes aren't high as well? I don't know how long it will take for those trips to reassume and you know what awaits me. I will die, slowly, painfully... alone" I said with a sharp voice. He had stopped in his tracks as I started speaking.

"They won't let you die, he still has some say in all of this" He argued, referring to David, I assumed, but I could sense he wasn't as confident in his argument as before.

He started moving away again until I shot back.

"Right, so I will just live a long life of imprisonment and torture, until one day my body gives out and I die" I sucked in a breath. "That's much better"

"Logan, you know that's not gonna happen, your fiancé will get you out" He turned to face me, but his eyes weren't trying to comfort me, they rather looked at me like I was some whiny spoiled little brat who was complaining about not getting the Gucci bag she wanted.

"You really think those people will let me out after what I saw? After what they have done to me? Ha!" I laughed humorlessly. Small tears had begun leaking from the corners of my eyes and I swiped them off with my sleeve aggressively.