(DISCONTINUED) Bad luck or a blessing?~ (Tord/Red leader x f!reader)

Apologies and faces CH.6

~last chapters ending~

If only I wouldn't have moved here if only I would've stayed in my old home! If only I haven't been so desperate to move away!

So many regrets filled my head, I wish I would've never moved here... I wish I would've never met him.

~chapter 6: Apologies and faces~

(Y/N)s PoV

It has now been some weeks after the attack on England. The prison got filled with so many people that they even started doing construction work to build more cells and imprison more people. In my time here, I've seen Tord one or twice, but never looked him back in the eyes, I just couldn't. Was this why he was so wanted? Did the government know about his plans to take over all of England? Sometimes it feels like I had way too much time to think while being here.

"Dinner will be served in 10 minutes".

Right, they do feed us, but only the shittiest of foods. We're talking about the high school cafeteria kind of food. But finally hearing the speakers telling us dinner will be served is better than sitting in complete silence or listening to people cry. Over the past weeks lot of fights occurred as well, since, news flash, people in tiny cells don't get along that well. I was lucky to have a cell on my own, though I do worry about where everyone else is. Jens, Evelyn, Jana... I'm worried something happened to them.

But before my worry could completely drown me I hear the heavy metal doors opening, Soldiers giving out food to others. But something was different... I didn't get anything even though my cell is close to the doors. I don't wanna say anything though, why would they care about some prisoner? I guess that means I will starve for the night. I sigh as my stomach growls, practically screaming for food.

"Hey, you. here." Somebody spoke up, It startled me a little. I slowly look over to my cell door to see a man with bushy eyebrows setting down a tray of food on the ground. "Red Leader has ordered me to give you this." He spoke in a professional tone.

In a surprise, I slowly look over at the tray of food, and it looked... edible! I look back up at the man and quietly speak up, that's the first time in weeks that I started speaking to anybody.

"T-...Thank you..." I mumbled. The Soldier shrugs and leaves again, leaving me with the tray of food. I slowly drag the tray towards me and notice a little note under the plate. "huh?". The note was a huge relief for me, but also confused me a lot.

'Dear (Y/N), I'm sorry you found out about me this way, I know you haven't been here for long. Have this as an apology. - Tord'

Reading the note made me tear up a little. Is he serious?? Why would be feel bad for me, just because I haven't been here for a while? Or was it...

...

I was nice to him, despite knowing who he was. Does that mean I was the only one he could talk to without being afraid of me finding all this out?

While I was lost in my thoughts I started taking small bites from the food, it was really good. I continue eating while tears roll down my cheek, I don't know why. I don't know how I should feel now. All I wanna do is go home, I wanna go back to my job in the café, I wanna talk to Evelyn and Jana again.

Some time passed and I finish eating my dinner, that's the first time since I've been here that I've had some proper food. Most people here even got sick from the food, so I could consider myself very lucky.

The rest of the day was very quiet, we weren't allowed to talk unless we wanted to receive punishment. There are cameras almost everywhere and they would pick up everything we say. We don't have any paper to pass out notes since first off, the cameras would see that and they took all of our ways to communicate away from us. So all we could do is share stares, and it's not very pleasant having somebody stare at you while you're trying to sleep. Speaking of sleep, it's time to sleep on my super comfortable stone floor, all we had was a pillow and that was about it, big groups even have to share a pillow, no matter how big the group is.