Even though I went to bed at somewhere around 3 in the morning, I had the best sleep I could've imagined.

My dreams weren't nightmares. They were actual dreams, not harmful at all.

I dreamed about leaving and having that perfect life that Adrian had promised me outside of this place.

I just couldn't wait. I was mentally excited, but I couldn't show how excited I was in front of everyone or someone could catch on to something. My emotions couldn't get in the way of "our plan."

After that first night, I kept going back to Adrian for a few more days, he'd always ask me for my hands, which was always weird but I didn't question it again, still going with the whole "it'll make me stronger thing."

He kept asking me things about what I like and what I don't like.

He asked me what was my favorite food and when I told him it was chicken alfredo, he said he's been told to make the best— saying he would show me soon, along with other things he would show me of the world outside.

And that brought up more questions. What would my life be like when we do escape? Will I have to subject myself to him like I do here, but without the abuse.

Or will there be abuse at all?

It's hard to imagine my life without it. I don't even think my life can get around it. I've been told numerous times that i didn't have a backbone and it was just easy. But the thing was is if i retaliated, in just the slightest bit, I would get punished in some way. And there was always a way.

No matter who it was, it would always happen. If it were Sir or the other members of the pack, they wouldn't hesitate to hurt me if I did anything wrong. I don't think I'll ever understand why but I just never question it. The better to leave it alone than getting hurt even more.

But the more I look at Adrian, I notice that the bags under his eyes are leaving. His skin is returning to his more tan tone and his body wasn't as slumped like it used to be. Slowly but surely his strength was returning to him.

Which means the sooner we have until our plan of us getting out happens.

Adrian also explained to me that we would rely mostly on his strength. And he mentioned a couple of times that he was the strongest at everything or whatever. But then I asked how did he end up in here and he said he had a betrayer in his pack he was sure about. He just didn't know who it could be.

Apparently, they worked with my pack to conspire against him because of the power that he has. He says as soon as he escapes, he'd look through every single detail, to try to find out who it could be.

All this seems to revolve around power and yet, no one will tell me what Adrian's power is. Not even Adrian. He still won't tell me much anything about himself whatsoever and it's driving me crazy. I told him a lot of things about myself that weren't to deep. Just like my interests and things.

Which is why this night that I'm with him again, I'm not going to tell him more. He doesn't deserve to know if he can't say one thing that involves any interest of his, besides telling me that I'm pretty or whatever.

Still can't get over that.

I might be acting like I'm childish, but I still deserve to know right. I'm going to use my backbone no one said I had. And being petty is the way I'm going to do it.

I'm still not open to the idea of believing him in everything though. I'm still keeping my boundaries and walking on eggshells around him. He could turn on me any minute just for me to help him.

But the more and more I spend time with him, the quicker those thoughts go away. And it's scaring me. What if what I'm doing is wrong?

I just have to keep hoping that it doesn't right?

I walked through the doors again to get to his cell. An emotion of determination filling my body. I wasn't going to slip. I'm brave. I can be brave.

"Good early morning, love," he greeted me. Again with his raspy, collected voice. I could tell he just woke up from sleeping and it was a sound I don't think I could ever get tired of.

"Good morning Adrian," I replied back quietly. I've grown out of my stutter but my quietness still had its effect on me.

"Never a how you feeling?" He asked me with humor in his eyes.

Why would I ask? I could clearly see he was doing fine.

"You look fine," I replied back, sitting cross crossed in front of him— in front of the bars.

"So you finally admit that I'm fine."

"Uh yeah.. you look fine," Whats he talking about? It's normal for someone to tell somebody else they look fine. People say it to each other all the time. It's a current state of being.

"Oh- oh you don't get - you don't get what I mean?" He was laughing now— chuckled between every breath he let out when he said it.

I keeped looking at him confused while he reached through the bars to take my hands again. The feeling coming once again that always left me blushed and breathless.

"Sweetheart, it's another way of saying that I'm very, very attractive.."

Each word he spoke, his voice just kept getting lower and lower, as if teasing me in a way. His eyes held mischief. Eagerly waiting for my reaction.

I stared up into his eyes, taken back at the fact that I didn't know that. How come I didn't know that?

I blushed and kept my head down. I must look so stupid right now.

This is so embarrassing.

"It's okay, I'm not judging you," he laughed a little, " I know you don't have the greatest experience socially."

I didn't tell him that, but he ended up figuring it out. I guess it was that easy to tell by the way I talk and carry myself. Definitely didn't surprise me and it made me sad to think that way.

Adrian cleared his throat, seeing how awkward it got and my sudden mood change.

Then he asked, "Just out of curiosity, what's one thing you've always wanted to do? Anything you want in the whole world."

I contemplated on answering him when I remembered the plan I came up with earlier.

"I'm not telling you," I said with sincerity. I obviously had so much stuff I'd want to do. More than one for sure, but I'm not going to tell him unless he tells me something first.

"Wait why?" He said caught off guard. Him being so used to me answering with no questions attached, I could see why.

"You never tell me anything about yourself, so why should I keep telling you more stuff about me?"

"I guess it'll be a while till I get your answer then," he said, his left side of his lip twitched up. Eyebrows raised into his hair that fell in his face.

So he's seriously not going to tell me anything. What the heck.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"I'll tell you soon."

"That's not a good enough answer," I countered back. I felt like I was over stepping my boundaries now but I just don't understand why. I didn't do anything wrong.

"Well your just going to have to deal with it for now. I'll tell you under different circumstances." Nonchalantly, he scooted closer to the bars, as if he was enjoying this.

I through my head back and let out a groan, I was frustrated, but it was hard to stay like that when he was still holding my frikin hands.

I saw his eyes darken a little from my actions.

I wanted to stop talking to him now. My resolve was slowly going away and I wanted to leave before it could fully.

"So, Kayla, I was thinking about tomorrow." He left off.

"What about it?"

"When we escape."

It took me a minute to process what he said. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

The day that determines my future. At least if I can have it. It was both exciting and frightening at the same time.

"Oh," was my only response.

I think he could see how nervous I was and he squeezed my hands. And which I hate to admit, made me feel so much better.

"It'll be okay. Remember what I promised." He assured me, it was trying to assure me at his best. I slowly nodded wanting to take my hands away. They were starting to sweat and I didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"You don't have much to do, you don't even have to get the key to unlock me out. I should be strong enough now to break these bars," he said, inspecting them.

Wait. He was this strong. Did he know that these bars were like, the best from what I've been told?

"I just need you to do one thing, alright."

"Okay.." I whispered. I was getting anxious. I wanted to find out the ways I could work around what could possibly go wrong. My anxiety likes to do that to me.

"Around this time tomorrow, come down here like every other time. Just make sure that you leave every door unlocked. Including the one that's on the right of that long hallway."

I nodded. I could do that when I clean tomorrow. That's easy enough.

He reached up to cup my chin through the bars, to make me look into his eyes. Those gorgeous swirls of blue, stimulating with determination and promise.

"And through this whole thing Kayla," he spoke lowly, "You will never, never, leave my side. I'm going to get you out of here, and give you the life you've always dreamed of."

The way he spoke gave me chills and gave me more hope. He didn't falter or hesitate with his words. They made me know that I would get out of here, know that I could have my freedom. That those were meant to be.

And what he said, he meant it.

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