Destroy Me

Chapter 3.0

Freedom's Price

I close my eyes as he leaves with his beautiful face, that I never wanted to leave. I thought when he had come he was an angel from the God, but it turns out he's name is just Harry Styles, a man. That I no longer trust.

A sense of resentment bubbled in my chest, against the world.

The worker, stood as far away from as he could as he tapped on the cell door. For the way he was holding his breathe, I'd say I must smell like like the dead, fitting for my emotional state.

I knew I was being let go and set to his house, for what, I had no clue. Who would want a killer,unless you wanted one. But why and for what?

The cell door creaked open and another man looked through, then finally let the man come out the cell but not before they spit on the ground next to me, while pointing a gun at me, they sure knew how to make a girl feel welcome.

A few minutes later they came back.

I was leaning against the wall with my face turned halfway towards the door,my greasy hair fell in front of my face to shield them from my eyes.

Four men came at me with gazers, electric velocity. With two men outside the cell. I sighed and they almost shitted in there pants. They yelled at me to get on the ground with my hands behind my head. He yelled so hard spit flew out his mouth.

I couldn't understand what I had did to deserve this treatment, I wasn't a animal, a monster? I just was so frustrated...

I did as they were told, even though some dark side of me was telling me to look each of them in the eyes and to whisper for them to come closer... to touch me-no. I wouldn't, I couldn't...I shouldn't ?

As they handcuffed my hands so tight it was excruciating pain, that I almost yelled out in pain as they dragged me up by my hands. The plastic dug into my flesh. At least they were smart enough to wear gloves when they touched me. A relief, really. I was lead outside the cell I had called home so long. The cell I knew I would die in, be left to decay in. And in a way they had, because I had been robbed of something, a part of me had died in there something I could never get back.

A part of me died but another part of me had been born...

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The water hit my body with such force, I thought my flesh would just wash away. But it didn't, only the filth and dirt did. They cleaned me so good and hard I was as clean as a babe at birth, as innocent looking as one.

Innocence, never again.

I was shivering and my skin felt raw and sensitive. But they couldn't care less. They then cut my nails and my hair, that was at least past my butt after they took almost an hour combing it out after washing it with some good smelling oils, that they also put on my body. My head felt at least lighter,mi touched my hair with my know smooth and clean hands it fell to my long waist. They shaved my hair on my legs and pubic hair. Which was a relief also. But why would they do that, I wasn't anywhere near thinking of the other sex in that way, in fact I hated them. Doesn't matter I guess.

Next after I was groomed, and looked normal, they went to clothing. They had to burn what I had been wearing. They lead me to a room, awhen I walked in holding my arms tightly around my body, I gasped at the vibrant colors everywhere. I blinked my eyes at least fifty times, thinking this was a dream. In till I pinched myself and knew it wasn't.

I didn't get to pick what I wore, a big lady with rosy cheeks and hard face did.

It was a green dress with black trimming laced throughout it. The neck line started at my my jaw and the dressed stopped on the floor. I swallowed. It was a little big, though so we decided to try it on after I ate.

Bad I idea, I haven't had a real meal since never. My aunt wasn't exactly any nicer than these people and they, well you know, was disgusted by me. So when you seat almost a full turkey with butter sweating down it with all the bread and wine beside it, I ate slow at first then I ate till my mouth could not hold no more, then my stomach. Sladly I got to try it a second time. My stomach didn't hold it long, I felt horrible as I wished for death as the food kept coming and by the time it looked like I had puked the whole turkey into the toilet.

They had to wash me down again as no one really wanted to touch me so they didn't help me hold my hair back, and throw up was all over me. But if they had touch me they be moping up more than undigested food.

After they finished blow drying me again. I went back to the room where the beautiful room. Where they decided to not go with green, since I practically still was that color, so they went with a light blue with white trimmings throughout the dress, it wasn't as lavishing and beautiful as the green one but it was pretty.

It fit better at least, it was a little tight in the chest area, though. After they button me up, a lot of people had to be escorted out, only one person was left and they kept trying to touch me, guards often had to snap the women out of her daze. So I no longer looked up just sat the ground. As she did my hair, which took a awhile to tame, also she kept getting lost in my hair, kept telling how beautiful it was. She tried to cut off twice for herself and tried to kill me once.

Each left me more cold.

Finally when she finished, I was escorted with more strong willed men to the carriage, on the way there I grabbed a few things on the way to the door. By the time I got there I had tied my hair on top of my hair and wrapped a cloth around it along with my face, I wore sunglasses to shield people from my eyes. And wore leather gloves for the cold and in case I accidentally touch someone or more likely they touched me.they dress shielded the rest with a long sleeves and the dress was long enough it touch the ground a neck line they practically chocked my breathe away.

I climbed into the limousine, for the first time, and the driver drove me to a unknown designation. They I had no say in. Staring past the tinted windows, as we pass the people.

Freedom my ass.

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I arrived later that day, he lived in a huge building slash mansion. I had only seen these things from a distance. It was huge,making me feel so small. I was.

A white, old looking frail man met me at the door, not Harry Styles. He looked at me, interested in my attire. He smiled nonetheless and held out his arm, politely.

I didn't smile and I didn't accept his arm. I walked right passed him and into the 'house'.

I was met with soldiers, and servants and beautiful people, important people.

Who was Harry styles?

And what did he want with me?

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Pretty good, I think.

Comments for shootouts and of you have any questions.

It was hard to kinda write this chapter because I was still into Harry's point of view, I feel he has so much to say. Evelyn too.

But...anyways let's see where this goes, cause I sure do.

P.s I hope everyone had a good Christmas.