Kyle and I just sat and talked for who knows how long. He held me tight and I let him. We went over everything that had happened. I was choked-out and dragged here, he was tied and forced here, and he thinks they got some others as well. We have no idea where we are. We could be in the Shackles. But that wouldn’t make any sense, because we would be shackled in that case.
We realize there are two cots, a toilet, a sink, and a small vent, just the size of hand. The room, more like cell, was only about twelve feet long and ten feet wide. Barely large enough for two people. If others are here, there are probably two per cell.
“How long do you think we’ll be in here?” I asked, laying in a cot with Kyle.
“I don’t know. Not long. I promise,” Kyle ran his hand down my back, "Either the others will come for us, or we’ll find a way to escape.”
“What if the others are,” I was cut off.
“They aren’t.” Kyle knew what I was going to ask.
We layed there longer. It was nice. I had never felt this way before, but I liked it. It was like nothing else mattered, as long as I was with Kyle. My heart flutters when he says my name, because I know he is talking to me. And I know that he loves me too.
“Charlotte,” Kyle starts, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Before I even realized it, my lips were pressed against Kyle’s and I felt free. I felt butterflies in my stomach that made me feel as though I were flying. I never wanted to let go of this feeling. I wanted to keep Kyle as mine forever, and never let him go. But then the kiss is over and reality sets back in when the hatch on the door opens.