Anarchy [h.s]

Chapter 5 ✶ Cherry Bomb

"You can do no wrong in my eyes."

Song of the chapter:
Hearing Damage by Thom Yorke

Start and stop this song when you see the *

I white knuckle my steering wheel for the whole entire drive, wishing I could turn around and go back to the house.

It's 7 in the morning.

Dark clouds roll through the sky, heavy wind shoves against my car, my foot presses against the accelerator a little too hard for small town traffic, and I woke up with a pit in my stomach.

I think I've gotten myself in a really fucked situation that I have no idea how to get myself out of.

I pull into an empty parking spot in the front of this bar that I figured out yesterday is called Cherry Bomb.

No wonder they had so many red lights in there. I can already imagine what it looks like at night.

I turn off my engine, grabbing my purse from the passenger seat I push my car door open. With gloomy clouds hanging above me, wind creeps around my neck pushing my hair back. I slam the car door closed striding up to those stupid double doors that lead into this hell hole.

I shove the door open letting it slam behind me.

"You're late." A raspy voice decorated in a lazy British accent glides through the silent air before I even get a chance to glance around the room.

My shoulders drop in defeat when my eyes land on Harry sitting at the bar with a lit cigarette perched in between his lips.

"It's 7 in the morning." I sigh out of exhaustion. I've barely even slept, and it's seven in the fucking morning.

I thought I was getting here early.

"Funny, I don't remember asking for the time." Harry glances at me with irritation clouding his irises.

He abruptly stands to his feet, quickly making his way through the employees only door which I now know is the kitchen from yesterdays little chit chat with Victor.

"Hurry up." He calls back before the door swings shut.

I scoff pushing myself forward, I follow the same path Harry dragged me down yesterday. Into the maze that is this kitchen, through the hallway that sits at the very end and finally those french doors.