Prohibition Reinstatement Act (h.s. AU)

02

"Who are you? W-why am I here?" I stuttered out. The man chuckled darkly.

"My name is Harry Styles. Ring any bells, babe?" He taunted.

Harry Styles.

Shit. Shit. SHIT!

This guy was the most known crime boss in the county. When the prohibition reinstatement act passed, even though he was only eighteen, he was angry. He became an alcohol smuggler, along with dealing other illegal drugs like coke and heroin. Harry slowly moved up the ladder until he was at the top of the pile, but he didn't do it peacefully. He clawed, shot, manipulated, and killed his way to the top. He was cruel and never gave mercy. You cross him, he kills you. So what the hell did he want with me?

His voice broke through my thoughts once again. "Your father owes me a lot of money, Rose."

I'm not quite sure why, but something inside of me cracked at his words. "What are you talking about? My father has nothing to do with scum like you! And don't call me that!"

Within seconds his hand is wrapped around my throat has his face is inches from mine. I probably shouldn't have said that but even if my father is a horrible man I couldn't fathom the thought that he knew the monster standing in front of me.

"Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again, you little bitch!" He spat in my face. His hand squeezed tighter and tighter over my air way and I struggled to breathe.

"Mate she's turning purple, you'll kill her." A man with kind brown eyes spoke up. I was grateful for him because soon Harry had let go and was breathing heavily while running his long fingers through his chocolate brown hair. He composed himself and then returned to his cold and dark stature.

"Anyway," he paused, glaring at me. "Your father owes my a lot of money, and since he is in prison and has no money to his name, you are the payment." He stated slowly and clearly.

"Excuse me?" I asked incredulously. "What do you mean, payment?" The more I thought about it the more it made sense, we never had all that much money and alcohol became very expensive after the law was passed. One drink could cost anywhere from $50-$100. So for my father to get drunk almost every day he must have spent hundreds of thousands of dollars in those few years before he was imprisoned. That money must have come from somewhere and judging by my current status it was from the lovely Mister Styles.

"I own you, sweetheart." He slyly told me. He feet started slowly moving in a circle around my chair. "I could do whatever I want with you." He stopped behind my chair and leaned down to the area between my neck and ear. "Beat you.." His lips touched my neck between each word. "Make you my personal slave... Rent you out to other men... Kill you." I whimpered once again at the sound of his hushed voice in my ear.

"Please... Stop" I finally let out a small sob. I didn't want to think about what was about to become of my life. I would rather die than be sold to pervy men every night.

"What was that, baby?" I couldn't see his face but by the tone of his voice I could tell he was smirking.

"Please" I cried. "Let me go home!"

He stood up and walked back in front of me. "No can do sweetheart." He turned towards the man with the brown eyes. "Liam, will you show her to her room? I have business to attend to." He swiftly ended the conversation and walked out the door.

'Liam' walked over to me and loosened the knots holding me still. I smiled weakly stood to follow him out the door. The hallway was a stark contrast to the previous room. The room I woke up in was concrete, cold, and windowless. The hallway was bright and had cream colored walls with a lavish red carpet on the ground. Underneath the carpet was expensive dark wood and the walls were decorated with abstract art. Even if Harry was a monster, he had good taste.

Something suddenly occurred to me. "Liam? Where are we?" I voiced timidly. I had no idea where I was or if I was even in the same country.

"I can tell you exactly where we are but we are still in the US in an unpopulated area. There's no human life for a hundred miles in any direction so don't try anything." He took a left turn into a large bedroom, one I can only assume is mine.

The was a large bed with lots of decorative pillows and directly across from me were beautiful floor to ceiling Windows. They brought sunlight into the large room which had a beautiful wooden wall opposite the bed with a fireplace embedded in the panels. There was a chair and a nightstand as well that gave the room even more character.

"Wow, umm, thank you?" I said unsurely.I wanted to see if there was a way out of the house, a way back home. Wherever it was. If he left the I could scope out the balcony and hopefully escape.

"Yep. Well, if you need anything  there's an intercom button on the wall, you can't leave the room though, sorry." He stated unapologetically. I held back an eye roll and nodded my head. He walked out the door and I was left to my own thoughts.

Not even two seconds after the door closed I was already up and searching the closet. Liam said that it was a long way to any town or roads so I needed to be prepared.

I found a small duffel back and started stuffing it with clothes that I also found. Long sleeve shirt, t-shirt, long pants, rain coat, extra socks and shoes. I also stuffed some papers in because when our heating used to break in the winter, we would use newspapers as insulation.

Once my clothes were packed I quickly ran over to the intercom on the wall and requested some snacks to 'keep handy' in my room so I 'wouldn't have to call' every time I wanted food. The woman who answered seemed skeptical but complied anyway.

While I waited for the food I jumped on the computer that was in the corner of the room. I had no idea why they were stupid enough to leave a working Mac book anywhere near me but I decided not to question it. I quickly looked up the closest town to where I was, Liam wasn't lying, it's 86 miles away.

Once the food arrived, a couple granola bars, some dried fruit and jerky, I pulled my long red hair into a slightly messy bun on the top of my head. I stepped out into the balcony and looked out onto the forest below. If I could climb down and hang onto the bottom of the balcony I would have about a 10 foot drop down to the ground. It would be painful but I didn't have any other choice.

I slung the duffel over my shoulder and started my decent down the side of the balcony. Once I was dangling by the tips of my fingers I took a deep breath and let go.

My feet hit the ground hard and I rolled before standing up again.

I don't look back as I ran towards the trees.