Prohibition Reinstatement Act (h.s. AU)

03

Harry

There was a large thump outside my study and I turned to see a flash of red running into the forest.

"Fuck! That bitch thinks she can just fucking run from me!" I stood and threw the vase next to me at a wall. It shattered and fell all over the floor. "Liam! Get in here!"

"What, Harry?" He voiced once her got to the study.

"She's fucking running, she thinks she can actually fucking get away from me!" I yelled. Even Liam flinched slightly before gaining composure. "Send the boys after her." I growled.

"Wait," Liam spoke. "What if we let her run?" He proposed. I looked at him like he as insane. He noticed my expression and continued. "What I mean is what if we let her run for a couple days, let her suffer in the cold. Autumn in Alaska ain't a walk in the park. Then after thirty six hours we send the dogs." He explained.

I thought about it for a second. I guess it wouldn't hurt to let her think she could get away, then drag her back, kicking and screaming.

...

Rosalyn

I didn't stop running, not when my legs ached or blood dripped down my knees because they were scraped by bushes, not even when I had been running so long I couldn't breath. I didn't stop running until I collapsed on the ground in a heap of sweat, dirt and pain. I figured I could sleep there for the night and make a better plan in the morning. There was a small rock formation nearby that offered some shelter and protection from the elements that I decided would be the best place to start.

Luckily before my dad went crazy and alcohol became illegal, we went camping at least once a month. I learned all sorts of survival tricks and had fun while doing it.

We used to be such a happy family, my dad had a well paying job and my mother was a loving housewife, everything was perfect. Then the economy tanked and my father got laid off, he introduced himself to alcohol and everything fell apart. Two years after his addiction started, the prohibition started up again and the rest is history.

Nonetheless I still had limited survival skills, I knew how to make fire, safely treat water and set one snare.

Once I had caught my breath and my legs stopped burning I started clearing an area for me to sleep and build a fire. I didn't have room to pack a large coat so I knew I would need a fire to live through the night.

I dropped my bag and started a small trek around my campsite to look for fire wood. The woods were dense and full of evergreens with a thick layer of moss across the ground. I quickly gathered as much dry wood as I could, which was hard considering it was October and I seemed to be in a very cold and wet place. There even seemed to be remnants of previous snowfall. I was thinking maybe Washington or Oregon judging by the climate. Somewhere higher in elevation most likely.

Once I got back to my sleeping area I arranged the wood in a pile a grabbed the box of matches I found near some candles in my room and also grabbed some of the paper to use as a little kickstart.

Once I got the fire going I bunched up my bag and used it as a pillow while I used the raincoat as a blanket. I fell into a fitful sleep full of vivid nightmares.

...

Harry

The hours were ticking by and I was itching to release the dogs to search for her. I had already shattered a vase in my anger and flipped a table. Rosalyn had no idea what she had just gotten herself into. It had been about fifteen hours since she ran and it was about three o'clock in the morning. In another fifteen the dogs would find her and she would be taken back here. I have so many plans in store for her, she'll wish the thought of running never even crossed her mind!

I glanced at the clock once more and decided that I would just have to go to sleep, I would finally be able to look tomorrow and she will regret her actions.

...

When six o'clock the next evening finally rolled around I called for Liam and told home to send out the dogs. All that was left to do was wait, I sat down with a nice glass of bourbon and watched out the window waiting for her long red hair to reappear and planning her punishment.