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THE EXCHANGE 5
I wiggled against the new binds. The ropes were wound around me so tightly that I could barely breath. I took in shallow breaths, trying to maintain a steady heart beat. The grey walls loomed over me, the small candle at the corner unsheathing the smell of wax. The orange flame threw shadows against the moss stained floor. I scrunched up my nostrils as I noticed decayed rubbish off to the side, underneath the barred window.
I drank in another shallow cup of air. The pungent odor was less but the temperature was now much colder. In Nue, despite the heavy rains, it was usually mildly cold if not somewhat warm. I shivered slightly, the crash of waves also didn't assault my ears which was louder than the sound itself. I focused on my thoughts as only the trickle of streams kept me company. I remembered ma, now she would think I had escaped. I bent low, the ropes pressed into the tattered layer of my jumpsuit.
Never had I felt this disgusted with myself. The putrid smell caked my body. The rhythmic sound of the patter of drops bled through the air once in a while. This was the tenth time. I licked my lip. A coppery taste filled my tongue to which I sighed.
The cut must have been when the two had man handled me.
Thinking back to the two, my shock still remained evident. They had not been captured by the recovery squad. That alone was a fear to be reckoned with and they had killed one of the five. I thought back to all the snippets of the action I remembered. There were no laser proof vests at all, I am not sure they even existed. I licked my lips again. No single explanation could equate to the feat that had happened.
I could only reason that they may have bribed the recovery squad to just fake an attack. Though, the more I thought about it the more impossible it seemed to be.
Why would they bribe the very people that they want to instill fear into?
I mulled over the question. No other possible solution crept up to mind and that made me feel very uncomfortable. I wiggled slightly, blood losing its steady build up in my arm. Dana. I took in another breath, wondering if what I had done was correct. I turned my eyes to the floor. I felt my mind being dragged back about how ma had taken the blame for most of Robert's mistakes when he first came into our lives when I was 11. Ma had revealed they were high school sweethearts back in her day before he had moved off to the US.
My ma was born into a rich line of powerful business men. So she had never been the one to see poverty, but my own dad had lived in the lesser class of the Upper region of Nue. They had met in one of my ma's father's parties, they had gotten a acquainted and about a year or two later, they had gotten married.
Shortly after my ma had given birth to me, my grandparents came up with the claim that my father had embezzled money from their business. My ma had not believed the notion and they had argued a lot about it. That caused my grandparents to move away to NC, which was formerly called Canada which led to a huge rift in their relationship.
My ma had discovered my father in the act when I was 10 years old. She had divorced him immediately, throwing him in one of the prisons towards the east of Nue. A lump formedin my throat. After which she had realized all the other things he had been stealing from her, he said soon after that he had only married her because of her filthy money. That had caused ma to fall into depression and drug abuse with drinking on the side. During that time, she and Robert had newly reconnected once again.
But one day after a rather heated arguement over the phone with someone, she drunk again. I swallowed harshly again, taking in gulps of air. She had driven intoxicated that day, I could still remember how her vehicle had collided with a truck on the end. Wails of sirens echoed in my ears as I clamped my eyes shut. No one had been hurt seriously but the goods, the truck was transporting had been damaged.
And thanks to my father's case, with the already embezzled money and the money she spent on drugs and alcohol, there was barely enough for me to survive. But Robert had come to our rescue, he had...
I drank in another shallow cup of air. The pungent odor was less but the temperature was now much colder. In Nue, despite the heavy rains, it was usually mildly cold if not somewhat warm. I shivered slightly, the crash of waves also didn't assault my ears which was louder than the sound itself. I focused on my thoughts as only the trickle of streams kept me company. I remembered ma, now she would think I had escaped. I bent low, the ropes pressed into the tattered layer of my jumpsuit.
Never had I felt this disgusted with myself. The putrid smell caked my body. The rhythmic sound of the patter of drops bled through the air once in a while. This was the tenth time. I licked my lip. A coppery taste filled my tongue to which I sighed.
The cut must have been when the two had man handled me.
Thinking back to the two, my shock still remained evident. They had not been captured by the recovery squad. That alone was a fear to be reckoned with and they had killed one of the five. I thought back to all the snippets of the action I remembered. There were no laser proof vests at all, I am not sure they even existed. I licked my lips again. No single explanation could equate to the feat that had happened.
I could only reason that they may have bribed the recovery squad to just fake an attack. Though, the more I thought about it the more impossible it seemed to be.
Why would they bribe the very people that they want to instill fear into?
I mulled over the question. No other possible solution crept up to mind and that made me feel very uncomfortable. I wiggled slightly, blood losing its steady build up in my arm. Dana. I took in another breath, wondering if what I had done was correct. I turned my eyes to the floor. I felt my mind being dragged back about how ma had taken the blame for most of Robert's mistakes when he first came into our lives when I was 11. Ma had revealed they were high school sweethearts back in her day before he had moved off to the US.
My ma was born into a rich line of powerful business men. So she had never been the one to see poverty, but my own dad had lived in the lesser class of the Upper region of Nue. They had met in one of my ma's father's parties, they had gotten a acquainted and about a year or two later, they had gotten married.
Shortly after my ma had given birth to me, my grandparents came up with the claim that my father had embezzled money from their business. My ma had not believed the notion and they had argued a lot about it. That caused my grandparents to move away to NC, which was formerly called Canada which led to a huge rift in their relationship.
My ma had discovered my father in the act when I was 10 years old. She had divorced him immediately, throwing him in one of the prisons towards the east of Nue. A lump formedin my throat. After which she had realized all the other things he had been stealing from her, he said soon after that he had only married her because of her filthy money. That had caused ma to fall into depression and drug abuse with drinking on the side. During that time, she and Robert had newly reconnected once again.
But one day after a rather heated arguement over the phone with someone, she drunk again. I swallowed harshly again, taking in gulps of air. She had driven intoxicated that day, I could still remember how her vehicle had collided with a truck on the end. Wails of sirens echoed in my ears as I clamped my eyes shut. No one had been hurt seriously but the goods, the truck was transporting had been damaged.
And thanks to my father's case, with the already embezzled money and the money she spent on drugs and alcohol, there was barely enough for me to survive. But Robert had come to our rescue, he had...
