Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 12

You were used to feeling an aching pain in your neck. The amount of times you've woken up on the sofa or the floor due to drunkenness was something you couldn't simply count on your fingers. But this was different. Your eyes flutter and soon open to the sight of a dark and empty...
"Cell ?!" You sit up straight in complete shock.

"I bet Louis set me up." You roll your eyes.
The mans fist punched against the bar and it was only then did you realise... you weren't alone. Ever so slightly, you turn your head to see who exactly took part in this arrangement. You honestly couldn't help but flinch in surprise at the way the man sat on a stool just a few feet away, watching you intently. You only remember there being one man in the carriage perhaps he was the getaway driver.
He looked young, possibly your age. As well as that he looked extremely nervous with both of his fists clenched.

"I-I can't help you." He stutters, not daring  to even look your way. "Yes you can !" You nod, trying to somewhat charm your way out. He doesn't budge, genuine fear was in his eyes. He actually seemed more scared then you were. "Please I'm frightened." You faked a gentle tone which seemingly didn't work. In defeat, you turn back around facing the dark wall.
You were gonna be here a while.
If you were hungover right now, you could deal and honestly quite prefer the eery silence. But you were sober. Unfortunately.
If you had any reason to drink now would be the time.

"There's these men I know...well I don't exactly know them and they don't know me." You're not exactly sure what you're attempting by speaking on such matter that clearly isn't relevant. But as the words slip past your lips suddenly you lose sense of it all. "I don't understand why they're being so nice to me. I guess I do owe them."

It was true. All of it. Maybe it was because all this nonsense has happened in such a short amount of time that it was hard to process or maybe it was because you've never really received much kindness before.

"I wouldn't blame them if they didn't come looking for me."

Suddenly you hear the sound of rustling and you don't even turn to look until
he slips a piece of paper through the bars your fingers graze against his shaking fingers. Without hesitation You open the folded paper thinking maybe he wrote a location or how exactly to escape. Not that you're too confident at escaping in the first place. There's a slight glimmer of hope in your eyes that fades away as soon as you open it all you find written is

                               144

"The fuck is this ?" You groan, with nothing to do you simply stare down at the unusual numbers.
"What does this mean ?" You wish you were playing dumb. You were genuinely at a loss. "Year and number." He whispered.
You whip your head around to meet his widen and slightly creepy eyes already on you. You were quick to return to staring at the damp wall before you.

"Cheers that really puts things into perspective." You frown, crinkling the paper in your fist.
"That's all the con man has ever said. I don't even know myself." The young man is quick to leave after speaking to you, his head remains low as he shuts the door behind him.

"The con man ?" You raise a brow in confusion. A sudden heat burned in your chest. You hiss at the sudden sensation and look down at your chest, you instantly remember you pull it out from your blouse. The crow necklace. You've completely forgotten about it's existence and yet in this moment it's never felt so heavy and somewhat of a burden. Without hesitation you grip onto it and attempt to pull trying to free your neck of the pain but to no avail it doesn't budge it begins to leave red marks on your neck if you pulled anymore you were sure that your neck would bleed. But even when you loosen your grip on the demented necklace your throat feels tight and suddenly there's no air along within the damn small caving in walls in the cell you find yourself in.

You attempt to ease yourself by standing, your legs begin to shake as you do so.
Your only entertainment was to peer out to look at the darkening sky.
Your hand reaches out to touch you...well you weren't sure exactly theres something of a makeshift window above you to your left, your neck begins to ache again as you stare up above.

It so quiet. So quiet that your ears start to ring. They ring until you catch the glimpse of a  midnight shadow passing by.
Just then, a bird had flown down to the window, staring right down at you but to be specific it was a crow. All he did was stare down at you, heckled a caw and disappeared within the night sky.
Maybe you did hit your head again but you could swear on a pint that it was the same bird from before in the garden.
But all crows look the same, don't they ?

"I've actually been kidnapped." You mumble, eyes still widened as ever.

Your hand shakes at the sudden thought of William. Him and him only. In a moment like this, a situation that you've never been in before, why in a fearful place he's the only one that comes to mind.

He's a man who has priorities. What could he do for you ? Or perhaps what could you do for him ? Nothing.

But as you stared out at the darkened sky your heart couldn't help but hope.

Could he really be the one to bring you to back to see day light ? You weren't sure.