who care about me and are worried. I reach over and turn the water off, slightly depressed that I have to get out. I know the second that I leave this room I will be pushed into a corner with pity, sympathy, and unwanted attention.
I grab the towel and wrap it around me. Wiping some of the steam off the mirror, I gasp as I see my reflection for the first time. My skin is paler than usual and that’s a lot considering I’m always paler than everyone else anyways. I knew that I had lost some weight, but I didn’t know it would be so noticeable. I brush my hands through my damp hair, trying to make it manageable. I know this is a lost cause, because my hair will curl no matter what I do to it. It has a mind of its own.
I peek my head out my door and see Liam sitting on my bed, waiting.
“I need to get dressed. I forgot to grab any clothes.”
When he leaves the room, I run over to the dresser. Did I want to wear sweats, or did I want to look nice? Decisions. Decisions. Deciding to try and look nice, I grab a pair of white shorts and a black top. I frown when I put the shirt on. It had once been tight, but now it hangs loose across my stomach.
I walk back to the door and open it, signaling for the two guys standing outside that they can come in. Colton is carrying a small tray of food: crackers, small pieces of fruit, and a cold bottle of water adorn the tray. Condensation is dripping down the sides. I stare at it, feeling my mouth water in the process.
Colton pats the area beside him on the bed. My eyes stare at the tray greedily. Liam laughs at me and grabs my hand, dragging me along behind me. He puts his hands around my waist and lifts me onto the bed. Sitting Indian style, I stare down at the food that Colton has placed in front of me. I’m hungry—my stomach is growling loudly in anticipation, but I can’t get myself to actually eat anything.
Colton said, “Ryanne, eat something. You need it. I can tell you’ve lost weight.”
I grab an apple slice and slowly nibble on it, trying to avoid their piercing gazes. “Please stop staring. I’m fine.”
“Logan told us what happened.”
I grab one of the crackers and bite in it, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Everything?” They both nod at me, “Oh.” They continue staring at me, as if expecting me to break at any second. “I don’t like feeling weak,” I admit.
Liam pats my arm, “Ryanne, you are anything but weak. You were tortured and refused to give any information away. That’s not weak.”
“I don’t think any one of us would have been as strong as you were,” says Colton.
I look between Colton and Liam, “So what’s going on between you two?” I turn to Colton, “Yesterday, you attacked him when he brought me here and today you guys are talking like you’re friends.”
“We realized that we have a common goal.” I wait for either of them to explain, but neither one do. Boys.
“I can’t eat anymore. My stomach is starting to hurt.” I only ate half of the tray of food, but my stomach feels like I have eaten nothing by junk food for a week straight.
“At least you ate something,” says Colton picking up the tray. “I’ll go take this back downstairs. I’ll be back in a minute.”
When Colton leaves the room, Liam turns to me, “How are you holding up? What happened this morning? Colton and I heard you cry out.”
I look out the window and notice the rain, steady and heavily falling. I slowly draw my gaze towards him. “I dreamt about him last night. Adam. I was fine with just being slapped around by Dravin and that stupid Thomas guy,” I say. “But Adam made it personal. He wasn’t looking for information. He wanted to actually cause me permanent damage.” Liam’s body tenses, his hands clenching. He stares off into space, seemingly lost in his thoughts for a moment.
Without looking at me, he says, “I’ll do what I can to make sure you don’t have any more nightmares about him. I can help.”
“How did you find me anyways?”
“Emma. She was having a nightmare and I was sent to help her fight it. She was dreaming about what could be happening