Thirty-Two: Betrayal.

KAYLA.

The second I snapped my eyes open, my face was met with the cold railings of the cell. My first instinct wasn’t to scream but to try to stand to my feet but my body was in so much pain.

I had a sour headache, I realized and my joints ached like I’d run a marathon earlier.

Where was I?

Looking around, it looked like a prison. Like a dungeon but somewhere I’d never been before. I wasn’t sure I was still in Black Mountain but the last thing I remembered was being carried by this uniformed group of men.

I was probably sedated later on because my whole memory was a hazy mess and that would explain the pain radiating through my body.

My hands fell to the pockets and I felt a lump. I reached out to the piece of paper clumped in my side and saw it was the test result from the clinic. “So it wasn’t a dream” I whispered but the dark empty room returned a hoarse echo of my voice.

I looked around and then back at the paper and wasn’t sure why tears filled my eyes that moment. I knew what