Chapter 20

Aspen's P.O.V.

Everything hurt. My body, my head, my stomach. They have yet to give us any food other than two slices of bread each and a small cup of water.

I still wore Landon's flannel and he still sat beside me, gripping my arm everytime someone would stomp down the stairs.

It has been almost a day, if the weak light filtering through the window above was any indication.

"When do you think they'll be down here again?" Landon asks.

"I don't know," I answer for the third time in the past ten minutes. I rested my head against his shoulder and stared at the floor in front of me.

I was so, so tired. But I couldn't sleep. I wasn't going to sleep. Too much could happen if I did.

Landon wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. Then we hear stomping from above then the basement door open. The light was flicked on, briefly blinding us.