Water Rebel

Chapter Fourtneen.

I left the cells and ran back up the stairs. I was almost back on deck when a pair of arms reached out from the wall it seemed and pulled me into him. 

I struggled for a second, then relaxed when he whispered into my ear, "shhh. It's just me." 

I felt relieved when I heard Jon's voice. I slowly nodded, letting him know that I understood. 

"We have to get out of here." Jon whispered. 

"I couldn't find Logan." I whispered back. 

Jon was silent.

We stayed hidden for a while longer, then Jon grabbed my hand and we crept up to the deck, quickly ducking behind wooden barrels. 

"Where's Logan?" I asked him again. 

Jon motioned for me to hush, I almost protested against him but decided it was safest for both of us if I did hush. 

Jon nodded his head towards the edge of the ship, telling us to go over board. 

"Logan?" I mouthed. 

He shook his head and looked down. "Lets go." He looked up and mouthed back at me. 

I felt myself start to panic. Why did he shake his head? 

No, calm down Charlie, maybe Logan is already off the ship. Maybe he's down there waiting for us to escape. He could've been held someone besides the cells. 

I breathed out, allowing myself to relax. 

Pretty soon, out on the deck came soldiers of the Queen. She followed closely behind. 

"Jon my boy," she announced. "I know you're here somewhere." Her footsteps started distancing away from us. My heart raced. 

"We have to get off of here." Jon whispered so quietly, I almost didn't hear him. 

"What happened?" I asked him, knowing in my heart that no part of this plan went like it was supposed to. 

"She's wicked, Charlie." His eyes seemed hollow. 

I was going to answer back, but suddenly Jon looked up. Not even a second later someone grabbed me from behind. 

I screamed and fought as I was dragged to the middle of the deck. 

The soldier who grabbed me threw me down on the hard wooden floors. 

"Asshole." I barely managed to mutter out before he kicked me right square in the stomach. I doubled over, nearly throwing up. 

Jon ran after me, but was held back by soldiers. "Don't you dare hurt her too." He yelled as Regina approached me. 

She grabbed my braid and dragged me to my feet. Her hair was twisted up intricately, and she wore jeans today. A dark pair, with a black long sleeved shirt covered with a tactical vest. I gasped as she yanked on my hair. 

"Jonny, don't you see." She pointed at me, "these people are keeping you from reaching your full potential." 

I shoved the Queens hands away from me, all she did was chuckle. 

"Thats cute, Charlotte." She began to circle me. 

"Screw you, bitch." I lunged at her, but was instantly grabbed by soldiers. They held my arms and forced me to kneel. 

"You're feisty…" she laughed, "at first I couldn't figure out what the big guy saw in you, but now… I get it." 

"Mom, stop this." Jon pleaded with her. 

"No, son." She pulled a knife from her vest. "You need to see, that I'm not messing around. You're not messing around anymore either. Your tantrum is over Jon. Its time to come home." She raised the knife, ready to bring it down on me. 

"Okay. I'll stay. Just please don't hurt her too. I can't live with myself if they die because of me. Let her go." Jon shook the soldiers off of him, and stepped forward. 

"Her life is that important to you?" She laughed. 

"Yes." He knelt in front of her. 

"Fine." She motioned for me to stand. "Get her back to shore." She ordered her men, who bowed to her. 

"I want to go with her." Jon stepped forward. 

"I don't think so Jon." The Queen said. 

"You don't have a choice if you want me to stay." He stood firm with her. 

She sighed. "Whatever son. But if you don't come back. I will burn that cabin to the ground, while the other girl is asleep inside. Got it?" 

He nodded. From there, we were taken to a boat that dangled over the edge of the ship. Soldiers lowered us down into the water. 

Jon and I were the only ones to go. He told the soldiers to stay back, that he would meet them here soon. 

It was just Jon and I, on the open seas, making our way back to shore. We were fifteen minutes into the trip when I convinced myself to talk. 

"Jon, where's Logan?" I asked, feeling the rage begin to boil inside of me. 

He was silent. 

"You better answer me. God damnit." I stood up. He stopped rowing. The shoreline was coming into view. 

"Charlie… I." He started, he was obviously flustered. 

"Spit. It. Out." Tears pricked at my eyes. I already knew the answer, I knew it from the second I didn't find him in the cells. 

"Regina… she.." he looked down as tears streamed from his eyes, "he's dead." 

The boat rocked as we hit the shoreline. 

We came to a stop. All I can see is red. 

"This is all your fault." I screamed. Then I attacked him.