Chapter 101

Dylan POV.

It had been a week since I had arrived in the rebellion. Still, I hadn't set foot in the dining area again since my arrival, I genuinely just couldn't bring myself to. I had been getting food from someone though, I was beginning to suspect Lewis, but it wasn't set on stone. I'd get up now and again and find a tray with some food on top of it. I'd eat as much as I could but I was always left bloated and over fed. I even threw up a couple of times because I ate too much. Obviously my absence in the dining tent had been noted.

I probably should go back to the doctor to get an opinion on it. Maybe I was just too thin for big meals. That's not an absurd notion, I remember reading something about eating disorders when I thought Erica might have had one, and it said to eat less food more often to build your appetite back up. Perhaps that's what I needed to start doing.

I took one of the sleeping pills on the first night I was given them, and they genuinely did their job at giving me a long full night of sleep... During that sleep it was basically like being trapped in a never ending nightmare. I may have gotten a full nights sleep, but it was restless and terror filled. I woke up that day and couldn't function through my freight, I wasn't even able to leave the RV. I didn't speak to anyone that day, and I was never going to feel the way I did again... those sleeping pills would never be touched by me again. Not that it truly mattered. No one here really cared about your mental state as long as your able to get on with the job given to you.

Much to my delight, Since arriving I had actively been put to work, I guess I did have to pay my way somehow, and honestly I was enjoying it, working helped to take my mind off things, it gave me something to focus on. Since I was already somewhat familiar with the smuggling trade, I had been placed in charge of the trucks that came in and out. I had to take reports from the Drivers. Oversee which items were more important than others and which ones would be delivered when. Like I said, it kept me busy and I really enjoyed doing it.

Anyway that's where I currently was, taking inventory of one of the trucks that had returned.

"Is there any way I can get more milk tokens. Theres a lady in one of my districts with triplets, she's definitely not getting enough tokens for her family." I nodded my head at John and quickly made note of his request.

"That's doable, if you can get me a new cell phone, then I can definitely arrange some for you." I'd done that one before so I couldn't see it being too big of an issue.

"Sure, I can do that." He smiled at me and then began to get into a different topic altogether. "Your brother is doing ok... He told me to give you this..." the man proceeded to pull out an envelope with little doodles of color all over it. I smiled at the thought of him drawing me a picture and begging john to smuggle it over the border lines. "The king remains clueless about who he is to you." My interest was officially peaked as I looked at the man infringe of me.

"How is the king?" I was so worried about his response to my question. Obviously there had been bits an pieces shown on the news, but he had been relatively quiet and stayed out of the headlines as much as he could.

"He's not handling things well. More and more people are turning against him, especially after he went on a rampage and physically punished the alphas son." What? Adrian got punished because of me? That's the one thing I didn't want to happen.

"Adrian? Is he ok? What did the king do to him?" Question after question tumbled out of my mouth as my panic increased. I was supposed to have come here to set things in motion, he told me to get the king off the throne, instead I've been dragging my heels and wallowing in my memories, we were in the middle of a very real situation and yet, I allowed my imagination to run rampant.

"He's just bedridden currently. Something to do with silver. A lycans only weakness I suppose." I caused that. He got punished because of me, because he got me out.

"Lycans, have many weaknesses. You just have to be perceptive enough to figure out what they are." I nonchalantly began to open the little envelope and proceeded to pull out a folded piece of paper. On the from in big bubble letters was the number 18, along with drawings of balloons and a cake with candles in it. Freddie remembered.

"It's your birthday?" John spoke while looking at the paper in my now tight grip. I smiled slightly and shook my head in surprise at my brothers actions.

"Not yet." It was in two days, not that I actually wanted people to know. I had been paraded around and showed off enough to last me a lifetime, the last thing I needed was to be the center of attention yet again.

"Well, whenever it is, happy birthday, 18 is a big deal." Was it? It didn't feel like it was, I mean sure, I would technically be considered an adult, and typically if Josh hadn't have claimed me then I would have been able to become Freddie's legal guardian, but none of that mattered now. I couldn't even speak to him without putting his life in danger, so there was no way of me being able to look after him, the best thing I could do for him was to stay as far away as possible.

"It's just another day." I shrugged and pocketed his homemade birthday card, my mind wondering to the still unopened letter my mom wrote to me. I really couldn't bring myself to read it still, I had hurt her too much, I deserved to feel guilty.

I knew Freddie's was just a picture, but my mothers, well that's a letter, and there was just no going back once I read it. I would loose myself completely if she told me how disappointed she was. I'd be Even worse if I read it and it told me she was proud of me, I hadn't done anything to make her proud. I had killed her.

"At least you're here for it and not with the king. I can only imagine the things you must have seen in the time you were with him." I had seen and witnessed enough horror to last me five lifetimes and more, but instead of agreeing with the man in front of me, I shook my head before looking him in the eyes.

"You couldn't possibly imagine the things I have witnessed. Not one person who is a genuinely decent human being would ever have an imagination that wild." I sighed and looked at the request sheet he had handed me, I was once again caught off guard by the sheer amount of alcohol bottles that were on the list.

"If you ever want to talk then..." urgh, that speech again. So what if I'd been through a lot. The worst thing anyone could ever say to me now was they were there for me. It was bull shit, no one was there for me, because no truly knew what had been going on.

"Noted!" My sarcastic reply left the lock smiths son lost for words. So I quickly began to change the subject. "Hey, we've got to start monitoring the intake of alcohol requests. From now on we take names with everyone asking about liquor. If their name appears more than twice in one month they don't receive any. Do you understand?"

"But, it's one of the most requested items, people need it sometimes to function." Could he not see where the issues were?

"It's the people that think they need this stuff the most that shouldn't receive it. It's not a necessity, a war is coming, and the last thing the human side needs is alcoholics on the front lines. So we need names attached to every request, am I understood?" He looked at me in shock as I held his gaze, why he was so shocked was beyond me, surely it was purely logical.

"Yes, your grace." Again with the title? I was getting so sick of hearing your grace this, and queen Dylan that.

"Good, make sure you tell the others." He nodded before beginning to walk away. "Oh, and my name is Dylan... the whole world knows it, so you may as well drop that stupid title, and address me as a typical human girl. Ok?" He smiled slightly but nodded his head.

"Ok... but you are far from being a typical human girl." He smiled smugly before giving me a nod and continuing to a different truck. John, a friendly yet argumentative guy. Maybe working with him wouldn't be so bad, he was only filling in until Clarke was back on his feet and able to travel.

I quickly gathered the report I had made for the months smuggling drop off and placed it in one pile to store with the previous months. I made a separate pile all together of new requests which would end up being finalized as stock outtake. Each sector had their own smuggler, and a different one was due every few days, so the intake and outtake was constant and in need of a strong routine. I fully intended to enforce that strong routine, right after I drew up the specifications of it.

I took the findings and information strait to V who looked pleased by my efforts. Probably because anyone could see that she herself didn't enjoy the work.

I trudged back to the RV and collapsed on the bed, still extremely sleep deprived I decided it a good idea to maybe get some sleep in, even though it was only five o'clock in the evening. After an hour of tossing and turning I decided on a quick jog. After all, if I jog every night from now until god knows when, I was bound to get stronger, and in my case, that's precisely what I needed.

I wasn't quick, I was extremely slow, and tremendously out of breath by the time I had returned to the RV. I quickly switch the tv on and turned the channel in haste when the news first came blasting out.

I tossed and turned, watched tv then flicked it off much more than once. I was bored out of my mind, which eventually helped me to doze off to sleep.

I woke up after only an hour or two, my plagued dreams by the kings violation of me, caused me to shout out in freight and bolt up in bed, only to feel the walls around me closing in, compressing my body and chest in its grasp. I couldn't think straight as I tumbled painfully out of my RVs door.

I was panting and crying like an idiot at the thought of that brute, I was so out of it that I hadn’t even heard the ex beta walk up behind me caused me to jump out of my skin.

"I knew it!" He spoke to me only to have my head turn to him quickly, he too seemed nervous. He stepped closer to me and squinted trying to focus on my face, “What are you doing up?"

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