The girls Of Brookeman Road

Chapter 10

I'm never getting out of here

NOW

I sat on the cold floor. My palms shivered as I touched the wall.
The silence was driving me crazy.

"It's okay," a hand touched my shoulder. Their palm rubbing my skin. I quickly spun around in confusion and fear. My eyes landed on a tall, blonde with blue eyes, lipstick, and a worn out black dress.
She looked like she was wealthy before she was put in here.

"Who are you?" Was the first thing I said. The lady didn't seemed surprised at the sudden question.
"Mrs. Taylor Styles. I lived on Brookeman Road," she introduced herself along with a reassuring smile.
I nodded my head, but I still had so many more questions about this place. But I decided to talk about different stuff to keep my mind off the craziness. At least I could have one normal conversation before I die in this cell.

"So who's your husband?" I asked. Not screaming at the fact that the Taylor had a bunch of scars on her arm. But so do I.

"Harry Styles. He's in the other cell room though. I wish I could see him again," she said gazing at the exit door. Taylor seemed hopeful. But how? Living like this for at least a year? How does she still keep that hope?

"It's not so bad."

I looked at her, Taylor's lips were in a form of a frown, but her eyes seemed to be lit up. Talk about bipolar...

"Why did they kidnap you?"
The words felt funny rolling off my tongue. It felt like a relief, almost. Not all of it was completely gone.
Taylor positioned her body against the cell bars. "They just do it. It's their tradition. It's the rule."
What rules!? Is there a whole book of rules? Is this a sort of group?
"Do you know anything about their clan?" Taylor said disbelievingly.
I shook my head. Should I know something?

"But your the most important- they didn't explain the rules? Their rules? Their clan?" She gasped. I shook my head once again. What the hell?

The cell door slammed open.
And Taylor was yanked by the hair out of the cell. I couldn't see the person kidnaping Taylor, I just saw blonde hair. Which must be...Laura.
"Let her go!" I said trying to pull Taylor back in.
Everything was so fast, and violent. My muscles couldn't fight with a Laura's. I had let go, and Laura pulled out a knife- stabbing Taylor.

"Don't tell the victim," Laura spat. "Don't tell them why their here."

Then she looked at me and pushed me back into my cell. I cried for Taylor. I only knew her for a minute. This place is fucking crazy.

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