Mated Twice To Twins

Another Day

"Juliet?" I heard the exhausted voice of Talia through the concrete wall that was leaning my head on. I didn't feel like answering her. I kept replaying the entire scene in my head, running in the grass, pushing branches out of my face, smelling my pack. I was so close I could've sworn I smelt one of my mates. "Juliet, are you awake?"

"Yes, Talia, what is it?"

"Is this what you've been going through?" she asked. I wanted to scream. Of course, this is what I've been going through. Poking, prodding, gassing, you name it. I told her when she got locked up in here with me that I didn't run off to be with anyone else. My father, in all his infinite wisdom, sold me here, to La Chambre Blanche. Why would I ever run away from my mates when that's all I've ever wanted?

"Yes," I stated lately as I rolled my eyes.

"How? How did you get out?" she questioned. I could hear the hopefulness in her voice, which led me to believe she was planning or was wanting to plan another escape.

"Well, the first time I nearly got out." I began remembering the twists and turns through the long hallways. "I was on my way back to my cell when I kicked Beatrice and ran through the hallways. I was at the exit, but I got knocked out before I was able to open it."

"I dislike Beatrice. She tries too hard at being disliked, you know. Her Aunt whatever her name is, she's mean like she owns it." Talia spoke out.

"What?" I tried to discern her unintelligible meaning.

"Beatrice, she's not mean. She fakes it. I can tell. Her aunt and those brothers are the evil ones."

"She's not mean or evil?" I whispered as I tried to think back at all my interactions with the youngest member of the Logue family.

"Stop whispering to yourself and tell me about how you escaped."

"Well, the last time I left the screws loose for the air vent. I crawled through the air duct before they knew it. I was outside." I smiled.

"I figured." She sang out. "I saw the loose screws in the bathroom the other day. You think we might get out that way again?"

"Talia, you've been fighting with everyone for the past few days and trying to change into your wolf form. They put you on half rations and they've been almost double-dosing you with that gas they made. If we have any chance of getting out of here again, you have to play nice." I got up and started pacing the floors as I waited for her response, which seemed like an eternity.

"Play nice?" She responded in a cocky tone. I could almost hear the way she wanted to scream the audacity you have to ask me to play nice.

"Yes, Talia, something you've never done to me. Play nice. You need to get your rations back up, and they have to stop giving you so much gas. If we were to even attempt it now, you wouldn't manage to make it to the exit." I rolled my eyes, knowing I was asking for a long shot. But if we have any chance of getting out of here, if I have any chance of getting back to my mates. Oh, my guys, Oliver and his perfect build, Oscar and his wild hair, Shane with his quick wit, and my loving Seth. I missed them, and I kept waiting for that thing to happen. That thing Olivia said was going to happen if I didn't mate, the thing that was supposed to happen a few days after I met them. But it never happened. It's been weeks and no pain, no anything, just me waiting. Maybe it has something to do with Jemma and me, maybe it's because I haven't been around my mates for it to take effect. Whatever it was, I was glad it didn't happen. Perhaps it means I'm still connected to them. "Whatever, I can play nice."

"Can you? Because that's the only way both of us are going to get out." I didn't hear a response. I assumed she either fell back asleep or was trying to get into a deep meditative state to prepare herself to be nice. Like it's that hard, well, maybe for her.

"Today, I made meatloaf, salad, mashed potatoes, and asparagus." Chimed Beatrice as she opened the door with the usual silver tray in hand. I took the tray and began shoveling the mashed potatoes into my mouth. "Hungry?" I looked back at her and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other with her hand on her hip. Now, I can see it. She was just playing the part. I knew mean, I knew nasty, I knew evil, and she was currently sitting in the next room. The only other evil I've met was Irma Logue and if I met her father, Malvin, then I'd known three. My father was crawling up that list. I mean, how could he sell his daughter? I began to cry. I haven't sat and thought about what my father did to me in a long time. The fear of crying and never being able to stop overwhelmed me. "Well, I'm going next door to give the other one her food." I looked up at her and I swear I saw sympathy in her eyes before she shut the door. I didn't know how to take it, but maybe it'll play into our hands, somehow.

"Talia?" I spoke up after I knew Beatrice and the Meeks brothers weren't around. "Talia?"

"Yeah?" She sounded like she had just woken up again.

"Were you nice?" I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes, I was nice. I got the same amount as you. So, I'd say in a week we should make a run for it."

"If you can stay in nice mode..." I chuckled again. I wasn't sure if she could manage it, but I had to hope.