Trapped (h.s)

Chapter 15~Trapped(h.s) §

Listen to Take It All by Ruelle

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~Dayana's POV~

He stood only feet away. I could feel his eyes burning holes at the old man that was now turned around with his back to me. Frozen in spot I could only imagine how his face looked; paler then the dead.

I stood rooted in my spot, contemplating on what to do. Whether I should make an escape and let them handle it. Or stay and make sure no one got hurt, mainly Harry. Thinking through both my option, I moved away from the man knowing it was a wiser idea. Taking a deep breath, I took careful steps away from the man. Although as I looked up at him, his eyes were already locked to my figure, boring into mine telling me to stop, and stop I did.

"I asked a question, what is going on here?" He spoke through clenched teeth. I gazed at him he stood controlled, yet the tight fists on both sides told another story.

The man was struggling with his words. Contemplating on what was the right thing to say. No doubt trying to figure out a way in making him seem like the good guy in all this.

"Harry, son. I was coming out here for some fresh air. When this nonsense of a women here came up to me and-"

"Enough." He yelled, voice booming into thin air. To say I was shock was an understatement. My eyes moved back and forth between Master Harry and the old prune man, settling at Harry. Whose figure, was shaking with anger. Anger from what? I myself would like to know.

"Dayana. Go inside, up your room, don't speak to anyone who comes near you and when you get to your room, don't open the door till I come in."

"But I-"

"Now." He commanded, leaving no space for me to argue.

Glaring at him from where I was, I sighed. No glare or word I'd say would change his mind. This was what I wanted right, to get away from this men. Then why was I wanting to disobey him and stay by his side. Thinking through it better, I sighed. As I was passing by Harry, I felt a grip around my forearm, halting me. Looking up I locked eyes with him. They held an intense gaze, letting me know he was serious.

"You and I will have a talk." His hot breath tickled against my face, sending an involuntary shiver to run down my spine, letting go of my forearm. I began my trek the rest of the way towards the doors.

Once inside I could feel their eyes sending daggers at my retreating figure, but I didn't look back, knowing very well who they were coming from. The ball room's air felt warm and sticky. It had gotten to humid for my liking. Looking around the room, I noticed it had gain more people. Young girls were dancing with men, others were being pulled up the stairs.

Some were standing by and looking around or looking up the stairs, face frightened with horror. Horror because they knew it could be them next. That they, themselves could be taken up those stairs, and nobody would do anything to stop it, to prevent the un-prevented.

This is what the world had become. Everything had changed with the snap of your fingers. One moment your free to do anything you want and be free and not be held by anyone or anything.

Than the next your being taken away. Taken away from your freedom, trapped to a place unfamiliar, dangerous, somewhere no one should be taken from. No one should go through this, but we are because that's just how life has turned to.

No one wants to help and stop all this, because their scared, frightened. But I, I will not stop till I get what I want. Freedom.

Freedom like it once was, like how it should have stayed as. Freedom to roam the world without having to look behind you every second, scared. Scared of being found and taken without your will.

Walking up the stairs I stood by the rails and looked down at all the men laughing and drinking whiskey. While the young girls stood by and sported a fake smile, just to please the men. This is what life was now, the men were free to do what they pleased, without being stopped by the government and the young women were to obey every order thrown at them. Even if it meant doing what they never would have thought.

With a shake of my head I walked up what was now going to be 'my room' for a bit until I could finally get a plan going on, but until then it'll have to do.

Closing the door behind me I leaned against it, sighing, I was exhausted. This night has taken a toil on me more than I expected. Good thing it was over. Walking to the bed, I sat down and began taking off my heels. Going to grab a night gown I stopped in my tracks. He was on his way. Rushing to leave the nightgown in its place. I quickly dashed to the bed and slipped inside the bed fully clothed.

Hearing the thud of the door closing, my eyes snapped up. There leaning against the door stood Master Harry arms folded against his chest. I roamed my eyes contemplating how mad he was. His lips formed tight lip, my eyes then traveled down his arms, they were clenched into fists. His suit jacket was long gone, shirt rolled up to mid arm, veins popping with the strength he had gripping his fists. He was angry, beyond angry he was furious to no return.

Well didn't this night just get more exciting.

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