Chapter Fifteen

Two months went by, so all together I have been here for three months. After that day when Samantha came back with a bloodied face, everything has been good. The kidnapper didn't stop feeding me after I took a chunk out of his shoulder. When ever he comes to bring me food, he doesn't look at me. I can still tell he is mad about his shoulder, but he had it coming.

He hasn't bothered Samantha either, which is good. My stomach grew a little. Every now and then I'll feel the babies kicking, sometimes it hurts when they do. Some times I wouldn't feel anything at all, which scares me a little. But I know that my babies are strong, probably stronger than me. I thought to myself as I smiled and rubbed my stomach.

Although everything has been good lately, I feel as if something really bad is going to happen. I try not to think about it. I try to take one day at a time,  but I can't. My gut keeps telling me something bad will happen soon.

Of course I haven't told Samantha how I been feeling. It will only worth her more and that's the last thing I want to do. For right now, she seems happy that he hasn't bothered her. She still shrinks away from him when ever he gets near her, but when he leaves she relaxes again.

Samantha would always want to touch my stomach to feel the babies kick. She says she likes to feel them moving around. She also likes when she can see the babies feet imprinted on my stomach when they kick.

Today was no different though. Every thing went as normal. The kidnapper would come and give me my food and water, then leave. I would share with what I have with Samantha. Me and Samantha would talk about what we would do when we get out of here. I tell her the same thing as always.

"What will you do when you finally get out?"

"Probably give birth. Take care of my kids, spend lots of time with Marcus. Do lots of paper work for the pack and clan. And just enjoy my life."

"Yea I'll do something similar to that. Continue to go to school and graduate. Spend lots of time with my family."

Then she will get sad all over again after she talks about what she will do when she gets out. Somewhere in her head she thinks that she will never get out. She just likes to talk about getting out just so she can be happy. It never works that way though. At the end she always gets sad and then she goes quiet.

We will sit there for hours not saying anything. Mainly because she is too sad and because I can't say anything to make it better. She lost hope, and so have I.

I know that's bad. I know I should comfort her, but she has been here for six months. I have been here for three months. Still no one has come to save us. To find us.

I'm passed the point of wishing and hoping. I don't even cry at night anymore. I still don't sleep at night. As the days and nights go, the gut feeling I have grows stronger. Its all I can think about every day and night. I only eat to keep my babies alive.

If it wasn't for them, I probably would starve myself to death. As horrible as that sounds, but you put your feet in my shoes. Being cooped up in a dark underground morgue. With nothing to do but sit on your ass. You have no powers and you can't go anywhere. All you can do if your lucky is talk to someone; but there are girls here all alone with no one to talk to.

I can't even imagine the hell they are going through, because it's worse than what I'm going through. They have no one, but at least I have Samantha and she has me.

Tonight as Samantha was asleep, I stayed up thinking. I thought about what will happen if I never got out of here. I thought about how much longer I will be here. I thought about when I'll finally die.

I know that's very depressing, but again if you were in my shoes you would be thinking of the same things. I kept thinking about all of this when I felt a strong surge of power. It wasn't my power, it was someone else's.

As soon as I felt it, I huddled over in fetal position. I haven't felt such strong power like that in months. It almost matches mine.

Once I got use to the feeling of that power, I instantly tapped into it. I wasn't sure if I could use it as my own, but I wasn't going to sit here and not do anything.

When I first tapped into this power I felt a live again. I felt like I was outside and the sun was shining down on me. I tried to take over the power and to use it, but I couldn't.

Then a few minutes passed and I felt the power grow stronger. I felt the sun getting brighter. I tapped into the power again and this time, I took control of it.

When I felt that the power was now in my control, I looked up to find that I wasn't in the underground morgue anymore. I looked around me to see that I was in the backyard of my house. Then I looked down at myself to see that I was this fire goddess, which was awesome, but that didn't stop me from freaking out.

I thought my body was on fire for a minute. Then I realized I wasn't on fire, that I was the fire instead. At that moment I heard a loud gasp and I looked up to find a beautiful red hair girl, standing in the middle of my backyard.