When I woke up, the first thing I could smell was mold and damp. It was dark with only a small window above me with the smallest bit of light coming through. Where the hell am I? I was on a small bed of some kind, as I tried to sit up. My throat was dry, and my neck was painful. I looked around, and then I knew where I was. The bastard had put me in the cells below the pack house.
I stood up and made my way to the cell door. I started banging on it, then I tried to shout. My throat was so sore it hurt to even try. My thoughts went to Jay and Gemma. What were they doing? Who was taking care of them? Fear started to sink in. What if Sophie tried hurting them? Anger slowly crept inside me but from here I couldn’t do anything. I went and sat back down on the bed. My head in my hands. Tears b
