** ANNABELLE**
I felt conscious of the eyes that might be on us. I practically didn’t even care about the fact that he might have broken into my cell, this could be illegal or he might put me in more trouble or worse, himself.
I sincerely just needed to feel someone familiar to keep myself from going insane or worse.
"Wait. What are you doing here! You need to leave. Hurry!"
I yelled frantically shoving him with the little strength I had left in me. I had a decent meal in almost three days.
"Shhh…… it’s alright. I bailed you out. You don’t have to stay in here for one more second. We’re leaving right now."
He responded and I prayed I was’t hearing things.
He didn’t give me time to dwell much on it before gently pulling me up to my feet. I nearly slumped. I hadn’t realized I lost so much strength.
"Fuck!"
He cursed. I could feel his fists tightened around my arm. That was enough to make me recoil in pain.
"Shit! I’m so sorry."
He apologized. I could barely stand still at this point.
"I know you would hit me for this later but I literally have no choice belle."
I sighed a little focusing more on the nickname he hadn’t called me in moths rather than what he meant. My question was answered when he swiftly carried me in bridal style. I groaned trying to protest.
It came out weak, unrecognizable. I guess that’s why it’s called a correctional facility. I haven’t been in here for long but it was more than enough time to reflect on all my life choices.
"No one will ever hurt you again. Not even me. Never."
He swore once again exiting my cell. Richard stood at the end of the corridor. I buried my face in Fallon’s chest. I couldn’t face him.
"She’s not yours."
I heard Fallon murmur. There are a lot of things I really don’t understand. Fallon keeps talking in code. I heard the car door open and he placed me on the seat.
"Hungry….."
I groaned again.
"I’m so sorry."
He said touching my face tenderly getting his phone out and dialed a number.
"I’ll be home in less than ten minutes. I want one of all your dishes at my place before then."
He commanded and hung up. Taking one last glance at me, he shut the door and I closed my eyes.
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I felt my body being raised once again. I rested a bit so I felt slightly better.
"Prepare a warm bath. Quickly."
The voices were faint but I could make out Fallon talking to a maid or something. We were moving. He paused and opened the door and then the stairs and then another door before finally laying me down.
"Where am I?"
I stuttered weakly. Everywhere began to slowly hurt for some reason.
My arm from the rough floor. My back from laying on it. My tummy from the hunger. Every part of me was in agony. The bed felt a little soft. I tried to close my eyes but it all kept coming back..
"I’ll be back."
He said drawing the covers on me.
"Fallon…."
My voice cracked calling out to him.
"Don’t leave me. Not again. Not again!"
I screamed standing up on the bed using my hands to cover my ears. It fucking hurt. It hurts. I shut my eyes but felt him wrap his around me.
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