Undone by A. R. Shaw

Undone by A. R. Shaw

Author:A. R. Shaw [Shaw, A. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Keyboardmine


36

Wren

When he showed up at the door, Wren didn’t know what to think. At the time, she saw him through a small slit between her swelling lids. “Why are you here?”

He said nothing. Grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her behind him, dragging her down the hallway quickly. Later, he said, “He thinks you have something to do with the alarms. Just do what he asks. Give him the information he wants. It’ll be easier that way.” And then he whispered with a shaky jerk in his voice, “I’m sorry.”

He shoved her then, through an opened doorway and left. Left her to a monster.

That’s all Wren would allow her mind to wander into that darkened room alone with a psychopath. The betrayal of the guard who wanted forgiveness maddened her.

In later days, she never answered Kent’s questions. His gentle probing. She could not let herself go into that room again. Not in her mind. In her mind, that door remained closed. That’s where it stayed. That’s where it would always stay…behind that door.

“Wren? Are you awake?”

It was her mother again. Her incredibly strong mother now wept at night, during the day; at random times she broke down sobbing. She barely left her side. She’d lost something in there, too. It was me. Wren answered her own question. Losing me makes her weak? It was an answer that just dawned on her.

Not her fault. None of this is her fault.

They were shattered now. All of them.

They survived, but at what cost? What were they now?

Wren shook her head. Her eyes were healing a little every day. She’d see clearly again. Kent made sure of that. Mending them…her and her mother. The bullet that tore through Wren’s shoulder also tore through her already shattered soul, her confidence, everything. Kent healed her body. Though the abyss Wren found herself standing next to, day and night…no one healed from that.

“Time,” Kent had said, “will heal all wounds. All of them. I know that seems impossible now.”

“Wren, dinner,” her mother said, holding out a bowl of something with steam emerging from the top of it like a smokestack. “Please eat.”

With her right arm, she turned to her mother and grasped the bowl. Her left arm still ached when she moved it.

A gasp died on her mother’s lips; she could barely contain it. Wren knew her face was a shocking sight…even three weeks after the event.

“Is he back?”

“Who? Kent?”

“Yeah…who else would he be?” Still the zingers from daughter to mother. Why do I keep doing that?

“Yes. He’s gathering wood. He has the radio though,” she said, pointing to the unit on the table, like a lifeline that Nicole monitored night and day.

Nodding, Wren shifted her food around in the bowl. Rice and meat…some kind of meat. She didn’t ask any longer.

“Is the whole thing gone now? I can still smell the smoke drifting this way.”

Her mother favored her injured leg now. She stood like a stork most of the time when not moving around. Wren knew it must still hurt as much as her shoulder.



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