Inmates (A Joe Sugg Fanfiction)

3 - Curiosity

Curiosity

1. a strong desire to know or learn something.

2. an unusual or interesting object or fact

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Tiny goose bumps covered my bare arm as I lay under the thin sheet. The only warmth was coming from Zack's body beneath mine, his finger trailing slowly up and down my skin, a gentle touch that I was not used to from him.

"You know, my brother's coming into town next week, I thought maybe we could go all out for dinner?" I spoke, breaking the silence that had consumed the room.

Without missing a beat Zack replied:

"No. I'm busy all next week."

"Oh okay. I guess I'll just go on my own." I spoke, clutching the sheet tighter to me. A rare sense of confidence and curiosity rushed over me as I prepared myself for the answer to my next question.

"Why don't we ever see your family?"

I felt Zack tense underneath me, his fingers digging into my arm.

"Because we don't. You won't ask about my family again, you understand?" He spoke, his voice was firm and he grit his teeth.

I nodded, too frightened by his tone of voice and the pain in my arm to speak.

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Each door was exactly the same; plain white paint, a curved metallic handle and a number on the front. They went up in chronological order, each one as pristine as the other. Except for one; room 17.

The door was a battered cream colour, the handle rusting and the metal number loose on its hinges. It was like this room was used more than any other room, but one thing stood out to me most. Every room had one single simple key lock, whereas this one had three separate key locks and a code pad; like it was trying to ensure that only specific people were able to access the holdings of this room. A faint odour hit my nose as I passed the door, something about it making me uneasy. I had a guard's hand held fairly loosely on my arm as he led me towards another room. My body was moving forward but I could not take my eyes away from the door. It was like there was some kind of force attracting me there, but at the same time made me want to stay well away.

"Keep moving." The guard spoke, giving my arm a tug.

I quickly whipped my head back around so I was once again facing the never ending hall. A strange scent of chemicals was in the air as I took a deep, nervous breath. We finally reached door Number 1. The guard lent forward and tapped lightly on the door. A deep voice called out: "Come in!"

He swung the door open and nodded as a signal for me to enter. I stepped into the room and jumped slightly as the door slammed closed behind me.

"Good Afternoon Miss Deyes."

"Mr Davids." I replied, taking a seat in the chair opposite his desk.

"There's no need to look so nervous, I just want to ask you a few questions about how you're getting on here at Shadow Run. So how is everything?"

"Fine, er, yeah it's fine. As good as prison can be I guess." I replied, subconsciously fiddling with my fingers.

"Any problems with any of the other inmates?"

"No, no not really." I answered. As he was speaking my eyes were scanning the room. There were awards and certificates all over the walls addressed to a 'Mr A Davids'. On the front of the desk was a photo of his family, I assumed. It was him alongside a man I guessed was his husband and two young girls.