Free The Supremacy by Megan White Page B

alone with that awful woman, “My Father was killed for trying to run. My Stepmother has Trent.”
“Your Dad was a rebel?” He asked, almost flabbergasted by the knowledge.
“Yes, but see where it got him? An early grave.”
“At least he died fighting for his freedom.”
“Yeah, his freedom. Leaving me with his witch of a wife.”
“You and your Stepmom didn’t hit it off?”
I shrugged the question off, “Don’t really blame her. Every time she looked at me she saw the woman my father could not get over and the man that left her responsible for a child that was not hers.”
Without warning, the cell door swung open, clashing violently against the rigid wall. Collective shrieks sounded through the dark room as others were rudely awakened from their own tormented dreams just to find themselves in an even worse nightmare.
The Keeper meandered in as careless of the frightened bodies as only a Keeper could. “Everyone, to your feet!” He demanded through clenched teeth, “You will have one hour of field time. I suggest you make the most of it.”
I lifted Faith to her feet as the Keeper moseyed lazily around the room, his vacant eyes landing on us all until he stopped in front of one girl, still laying on her back.
“ You! ” He snapped his fingers at her, “Why aren’t you on your feet?”
“I-I-I’m sorry,” She stammered her reply before she could straighten fully from the wall, “M-m-my back was hurt on transport. It’s hard to m-m-move.”
The vile Keeper bent to her and grabbed her neck in the same motion, “I’m sure we can help you with that.” He sang into her ear.
“P-P-Please, no,” She sobbed, her eyes filling with terrified tears, “I-I-I can get up.”
“Oh, no ,” He crooned close to her tear streaked face, “You’re coming with me.”
We all watched in disbelief as he lifted the frightened girl to her feet with ease and carried her out. Once he cleared the door, Brian leaned into my shoulder and whispered, “And then there were seventeen,”
Just then, Declan entered, eyes immediately landing on mine. Brian backed away from me as Declan move deeper into our dark cell.
Casually, he swung his electric prod through the air, “You will walk single-file to the yard. Anyone speaks,” Declan’s chilling eyes locked first on Brian and then me, “You will be escorted to solitary.” A wicked smile played on his otherwise featureless expression, “and no one wants that.”
Everyone began to line up, everyone except Faith and me.
She was deadlocked around me, arms wrapped around my middle like a python gripping its next meal. I was afraid to speak knowing the open threat was directed at me. I did my best to unwrap her, begging Brian with my eyes for help.
I did not blame him when I watched his head move slowly side to side in denial. He was looking out for his own life. No one could blame him for that.
Rubbing her arms in encouragement, I took my place in line, allowing her to stay fixed to my side. Her fear had gripped her and froze her limbs in place; no words could have helped her feel secure when a Keeper was around.
Declan moved closer to us, causing Faith’s grip to tighten painfully around my torso, squeezing my bruised ribcage. “ Shhhh ,” I soothed her again once Declan came to a stop in front of me.
Closing my eyes in anticipation, my breath rushed out, fearing the worse. My arms wrapped themselves protectively around the petrified young girl, “If you take anyone,” I said, letting my eyelids flutter open to plead with the Keeper that stood before me, “Take me, not her.”
Faith’s grip tightened, the pressure nearly doubling me over in pain. I slammed my hand outwards to brace myself against the cement wall, fearing that at any moment I may collapse.
“Start walking,” He demanded to the leader of the line before turning away from us.
A shaky breath left my lungs, a breath I was not aware that I had been holding. I was grateful when