Samson's pov
"NO!! NO...NO... NO" screaming I started punching the concrete wall of the abandoned building warehouse I had found for my hideaway. I punched the brick wall over and over again. Giseld and James but mostly my brothers' face in the forefront of my thoughts imagining I would beat him to a bloody pulp till he was begging and crying for mercy and forgiveness. As well as how I would show him none, how I would beat and destroy his already rotting carcass. I hit the walls till not only were my knuckles black and blue but bloodied to the brown as well. Only then did I fall and sink to my knees letting the tears wash down my face.
I then prayed as my body other than my mouth could move from my abuse. Crying out "oh goddess Hecate please" I could only hope the Goddess was on our side and that she could guide all the wrong that had been done into some kind of good.
Emily's pov
Upon awakening felt numb disoriented even. I tried to pull from my memories and it was as if at first through a fuzzy screen as if it happened to another .as if I watched as my own self got hit against the pillar as I had tried to break Giseld spell and then the trapping of the crowd all seemed a fogged dream. But the more I thought about it the more my physical body resounds its pain and loss felt the hurt the betrayal of James and Griseld. The anger and loss of not just Samson's father Augustus but that of my pure innocent child.
My baby the hurt and anger consumed me I was so focused on it I no longer saw the room I only saw red. Suddenly my father jumped from his chair. He screamed my name over and over and fought to grab my attention as I stared straight ahead of me seeing only red. "Emily stop, stop this now Emily!" screamed Anderson. At first not hearing or even seeing him. I slowly registered that I was lying on fire my bed was burning as was my room.
"Emily look at me," said my father I now was really scared of what was happening, and with my fear, the flames grew higher, and as I figured out I was the cause I was the one burning the room the fire blazed like an inferno. Looking at my father he then went on to say "I need you to take deep breathes calm yourself." I listened and followed his instructions "take a deep breath that's good and another ok Emily now this time as you breathe out imagine you becoming water. Better yet imagine yourself as the sand on a hot day getting lapped by the cooling ocean water and then going further into the water just feel it calm and cooling become one with it calm and cooling. Good job melia"
With his instructions the fire died down as I kept the coolness of the ocean in my thought and pushed all over emotions and feeling out of my head, it was here eventually the only thing burning was my skin feeling like fire but I wasn't able to feel it. Though it wasn't uncomfortable for others to touch either just extremely warm. I then turned to Samson and how much I needed him by my side my heart ached for his arms around me. "We need to get out and find Samson I said determinedly.
Charlotte who had stood behind my father through all this and had been shielded by him nodded her head. "I agree dear let's get a plan and get it into motion we have to be careful."We discussed the predicament and our possibilities of escape on our own. But on our own wouldn't be possible we needed to find out who in the coven knew the truth and how we could get out safely. At the moment the ward was our prison cell, there was a constant guard at the entrance disbarring anyone entrance then the doctor to my room and watching people who came in or out for treatments of any sort.
As we reviewed our predicament Tyler came in as well. He was given entrance not only to the ward but to us. This was rather surprising since we had been deemed possible traitors to the coven. He was pushing a giant fridge cart he stopped by each bed that had patients and gave them bags as well as set up the cart and took an old one passing out the last of its content mainly. Coming upon us he whispered "I've talked to Samson; he is going to need our allies soon he needs them and forces. In the meantime, we need to smuggle you all out. I've talked to some friends of mine we got a plan. In two days' time, they will distract everyone, not just the guards. While the distraction takes place I will come to get you we will have to act silently stealthily and fast. We will leave and regroup with Samson and others who will make their own escapes. From there we will travel to our sister coven on the other side of the state in the city of Moab."
We all nodded in agreement with this plan. Two days would seem like a short while. Instead, the two days would pass too slowly. The pain in my heart made me yearn to be in Samson's arms and without them I was slowly spiraling into a depression during this time. I could neither eat well nor sleep well I merely paced the room the hall in front of my room impatiently waiting to be away from here. I was also semi-productive during all this memorizing who was on our guard duty when the shift changed with who. I also learned who took their job more seriously in how through some were versus how lax others seem to act even leaving early so we had some time between two guard shifts.
The waiting had me pacing in anxiety. My Father wouldn't let me waste too much of this time luckily so we spent time reviewing the grimoire. He also had me practice getting a feel for my magic so I could understand its power. I learned of its mass its feeling and its draw. I slowly was learning my control over it. My father encouraged me to try small suttle spells I could find within the grimoire even making suggestions here and there. Mostly playing with illusions and summoning. I threw myself into practicing and it helped. I would have something to focus on rather than, the waiting, my loss, and missing Samson. Though my mind would wander at random to those things it made it easier not to focus and spiral in thought into such depression and fear. Time still felt to pass all too slowly but it was manageable and helped me keep my sanity to keep myself busy.