Dellings Secrets of The South

Chapter 23

Sakura

It had been at least ten whole minutes since I've been locked in this room. In the first two I realised that the room wasn't that much different from mine. Our beds laid in the same spot, same sheets except it smelled like sweats and body odour. No doubt it was a boy's room. The side table collecting dust proved that he didn't even cleaned either.

I stood up straight from the wall I was leaning on and very slowly and quietly inched forward to the door. With the same pace I twisted it opened and met two pair of eyes gazing up at me from the floor. Two men were scrubbing off the blood stains in the hall, one with his head down, scrubbing away while the other looked like he would've rather been stuffing dirt down someone's throat instead.

A lot of people looked like that here. They'd rather be doing the torturing than being the ones tortured. Which I couldn't really be mad of, it's called the want to survive. And who didn't want to survive?

"Do you know who did this?" He asked and subtly, barely, with my hands tucked in my pocket, I shook my head while walking pass. It didn't look like it was convincing. "Tell them that next time they do stupid things to clean their own mess."

I continued on my way to stop a few feet away in front of a door. Dimitri's room. I knocked. Nothing so I tried the knob and it was locked. I lifted my knuckles to knock again, trying to avoid eye contact with the two men when a voice murmured on the other end.

"Who is it?"

"It's me." I responded and the door cracked opened enough for me to squeeze through. In the room was Dimitri, staring back at me before gazing down at my still bloody hands, and Tom sitting on the bed behind him. He had his head in his hands, on him was one of Dimitri's shirt.

"Are you alright?" I asked, low and hush.

"Ya," he nodded. "Just have a headache."

"He said James ambushed him for no reason." Dimitri told me, walking to get something out of a small, wooden box that we had for closets. "I told him he could've taken him. James is big talk but he will never mess with someone that'll fight back. Which is why he picks on you."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm fine." He brushed it off like the typical Tom. And that gave me even more reason to be the typical me.

"We need to teach him lesson." I voiced out, firm with no room for objection. "He can't keep on going on like this."

"He'll learn his lesson soon enough. It won't take long before he messes with the wrong person."

But Tom was the wrong person. Not because he was going to do something but because I was. I was tired with James' bullshit. And if I knew a punching bag when I see one it was him. I should've beat his ass like I did to Luke. I should've broken every piece of his arm and offer to help eliminate him when he was seen as a liability. I would've gladly slammed the two edged sword down his bony neck.

I looked up from my bloody hands and Dimitri was already looking at me, but not in a casual way, he was watching me like he could see the thoughts I was entertaining in my head. Thoughts I shouldn't be proud of and he didn't look like he was either.

I looked away and proceeded to wipe my hands clean with the towel he threw at me.

We stayed there for a really long time. Just sitting in silence with Tom's soft groan of agony before he decided to go to his room to rest and I lingered behind a little longer. My mind was a mess. I wasn't sure that neither of us even had the appetite to eat dinner after this.

"Do you think he would've seriously harmed him if we didn't come on time?" I asked Dimitri from where I laid face up on his bed. He was still on the chair he rested on five minutes ago.