CHAPTER 3: Savior

"The lesser the friends, the lesser the chances of betrayal"

- Tupac Shakur

I was awakened again by the loud noise inside, and a yellow light that is coming from the candlelight.

"My butt hurt like fuck! Shit! That gayshit old hag got his way on me!" a complaint of a familiar voice.

"Well, same here! I've been doing all this shit for almost 6 years and yet, I still can't get over this bullshit pain those fucktards cause me" a complaint of another familiar voice.

"Before all your bullshits, what do you think we're going to do about this little kid we have here? If I reminded you guys, we're dead if those fucktard assassin finds out that we're keeping her here in our cell." Seriously said by another familiar voice.

Even if I wanted to open my eyes, I just can't. They still ache so much and I still can't deny the fact that my body is still weak because of the wounds and bruises I got from the arena.

"Let's just keep her in this hole we built for ages and keep her safe." Says again by someone with a deep and baritone voice, which is still familiar to me from the three guys who saved my life, before I was eaten by the darkness of drowsiness and pass out.

I woke up by the light coming from the sun rays that seep from the layers of the rocks which hides the hole I am in. I was coated by a rugged and orifice shirt and a pile of hays that served as my bed while I'm asleep. I also look at myself as a whole and noticed the knotted and teered clothes which seem like the fabric that covers the deep wounds I have. My bruises are slowly fading. I also tried to sense how I feel and think that I somewhat feel better now.

I notice someone trying to remove the pile of rocks that hides me from being seen on the outside. After all the rocks are gone, it showed a teen-age boy whose looks are that of an American. Blue eyes with a complexion like that of a rose, maybe because of the sunny weather. He has a bowl with water and a tiny fabric in his hands.

"Oh! It's good that you're now awake, how are you feeling?" he asks with a big smile.

I coughed after I tried to open my mouth. My throats are dry and I feel hot.

"Oh! I'm Sean, by the way." He added after he sees that I didn't answer his question. He came rushing to me and give me a can of sardines that has water inside it. He let me drink what's inside and feel my temperature by touching my forehead.

"You're still hot. I think you got a fever from being soaked in the rain, where we found you." He cited while wiping my body with a damp cloth.

"W-where am I?" I tried asking even if it's hard. "H-how l-long am I asleep?" I added weakly and stuttering, never minding him taking off my clothes as he wipes the dirt off my body.

"3 days? And you're inside the hideout, within our cell. You'll be safe here." He answered smiling while continuing what he's doing.

"You shouldn't dare get out of here for Dark Claws assassin's thought you're already dead, that's why they all throw you on the damp site. If they were to found out, all of us are dead. Do you promise?" I didn't say anything but I nodded and lay down on the pile of hays again.

Later on, another two teenage boys entered the room with woods in their hands; the other one has brought a mushroom.

"Sean! Let's cook these mushrooms we found from the dumpsite! Maybe it comes from the rainy days." Happily saying by the guy with gray-eyed, reddish hair and white complexion.

"Oh! You're awake? We'll just cook this mushroom, then after, join us and eat." Says someone with black hair, tan skin, and brown eyes.

I didn't answer him, on the contrary, I just close my eyes. The 3 of them left from where I am and covered the hole again with rocks which they say is their hideout. I heard them chatting happily while cooking the mushroom together.

"Let's put more water on the soup, so we wouldn't have to face those guys hit fucktards for our dinner." I heard Sean said before I doze off to sleep again.

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I woke up because of the delicious smell of the mushroom they are cooking. I saw that they prepared some coconut shell that serves as a bowl for the freshly cooked meal. A bucket of biscuits that contains clean water and a can of sardines that serves as their drinking glass. I take a seat from the pile of hays that served as my bed and continue watching them prepare the food happily.

I can hear my rumbling stomach because of the delicious smell of the mushroom soup. Sean came to me smiling and feel my temperature on my forehead again before he wipes off the sweat on my back using the rugged cloth.

"I see, you no longer have a fever. Come! Join us for breakfast!" He added smilingly before pulling me to his group of friends.

He gave me a bowl of soup with mushroom in a coconut shell and then I start eating. From the 3 days, I am here in this inferno, this might be the most heavenly mushroom soup I have ever tasted.

It was as if my tears wanted to drip when I remembered my mother, every time she cooked me like this. Suddenly I missed my mother's cooking, as well as studying. And my life before I was not in hell where my demon of a father who loves dressing as an angel in front of the crowd sold me in this hell. I suddenly thought that maybe he was the one who killed that minor, five years ago, as well as the one who stole his ex-boss money. I can't quite imagine this kind of person. How I hate his existence!

"By the way, I'm Sean" Sean pointed to himself.

"That one right there is Kurt" he pointed to the man with gray eyes,

"Hola!" the guy greeted me with a smile.

"And that one is Josh" he pointed to the man I think is just like me, a Filipino. He has puffy eyes, brown orbs, long lashes, and brown skin color. It didn't respond a word when he was introduced by Sean but instead, he just greeted me with a small nod, then continued eating.

"We are all 17 years old, and we were here for almost 6 years now ... How about you? What's your name? Your age? And how did you get in the dumpsite?" Sean asked me while sipping soup.

"Rinleigh." my short answer.

I saw that the three remained staring at me, obviously still waiting for what I had to say.

"That's my name." I briefly added which made Kurt frowned.

"Did I hear it right? You said your name is Rinleigh?" ask Kurt with a wrinkled forehead.