Witnesses (Part 4)

I have to appologise for the last part. I must have been in a rush to get it off. (Not a very good excuse, I know.) I fixed the typos and you can view it here for the beginning you can start reading that here. Let me know what you think in the comments and Follow me, please. Happy Thursday!

He remembered they wanted to take the longer way. Apparently they were able to transport to anywhere at any time. As soon as I formed the question why they didn’t just leave he already had the answer in my head. They did not want to cause problems with the people who were keeping us captive. If they left then they would be hunted for the rest of their existence and put the others in danger.

Milas expressed how sorry he was for including myself and Jean in this mess and if they could just fix it they would. He affirmed what Jean had said about their friends coming.

Getting bored along the way, he and his sister wanted to blow off some steam. He had suggested a cavern near the road. They hadn’t realized they were jumping as high as they were. Again, he apologized. They had thought they were completely concealed. He had not meant anything by it. It was all fun and games, and we were getting hurt because of it.

They had been pulled over at a traffic stop only hours ago and brought in because of the description I had given. It was then that I noticed the bandages around the crook of their elbows. There was no way they would be able to escape even if their friends did come.

Just then as I expressed this worry he imagined that his friends, an auburn haired man and a silver haired woman, were going to come recue my wife and me only.

I broke the grasp he had on my hand. He let me, that was the only explanation. I had seen how powerful they all were. We were going to get out of this mess. I could care less that they were going to have to stay. They were the reason we were in here in the first place.

Pushing myself back to the wall on our side of the cell, I wrapped my arms around my legs. Jean wrapped hers around my shoulders.

We just have to survive until they get here, that’s all. Then it will be all over. I’ll be back at my nice house with my beautify car in the garage. Even having my talkative wife knitting in the chair in the corner of the sitting room babbling her mouth off sounded perfect.

With no way to tell how long I stared off into their corner, I started to nod off. They weren’t doing much anyway, just looking at my wife and me with that same sorrowful face as before. I wished they would stop. Finally I gave in to sleep, not knowing what I’d wake up to next.