Confinement

Chapter 3

Note: If you having been reading this I just wanted to remind you that I changed the name of the main character her name is now Mabelle, or Belle. Also sorry that this is a really short chapter I just didn't want too much happening in one so Ill put the rest in the next chapter.

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"What did he do to you?"

What did he do to you - the words were fumbling around in my mind but I pushed them back before trying to think straight. Harry Styles had known of me for little over a day, he couldn't get a thing out of me, its none of his business, sick serial killer or not.

"That, Harry, is none of your business." I lay back in the chair I sat in, feeling confident as the grin that was set on his lips disappeared.

He stuttered before taking a moment to reply, humming before he spoke.

"So, he did do something then" his smirk returned "You're not very good at this are you."

"Excuse me?"

"You aren't the greatest at lying" He glanced at the name badge on the left side of my chest before finishing his sentence "Miss Green."

"Well it looks like you aren't either, seeing as you're here, in Newgate. If you were so good at lying you wouldn't be here." His eyebrows narrowed and he folded his arms abruptly. Edith had set the telephone down but I was unsure whether she had heard our conversation. She cleared her throat and begun to speak, continuing to question him like she did before she answered the call.

The traffic was immense but anything was better than walking home in the cold. I had just recently bought myself this small grey car as I didn't want pay for cabs or even walk home when I got off work late and cabs weren't available. I turned the radio up a little louder as rain set in around me, it was dark and the rain had made the road harder to see. Even with my car lights on the streets weren't fully seen.

"Heavy rain will bring thunder and lightning and is due to set in later this evening as well as the cold blast will be greeting us this week; becoming London's coldest winter within two decades" The radio announcer spoke with an almost formal voice as I parked my car alongside the sidewalk just in front if my apartment complex.

I had heated leftovers from the night before, my eyes wandering to the empty corner of my apartment while I took a bite of the lukewarm roast potato. I was thinking of putting a christmas tree there, to liven the mood about christmas but decided against it as I would only have a couple presents to put under it for my parents.

My parents.

I had forgotten to tell them I wouldn't be seeing them on christmas as I was taking on an extra shift at the prison.

"We would have loved to see you Belle, I and your mother. Are you sure you can't come to Yorkshire for christmas? This job of yours is taking over your life, remember you have your own one too. Promise me to take a holiday some time ok? Get sometime off and come see your family." The familiar voice made a smile appear on my face.

Though I could tell the sound of his voice was growing older, more breathless since the last time I had heard his voice. My father was a good ten years older than my mother, though you couldn't tell if you saw them in person. My mother was often unhappy, her attitude had shown in her face and throughout her body as the years went by. I don't understand fully why my father was still with her, how he could live with her every minute of everyday. But her attitude and bad moods didn't phase him and he would shake it off with a joke.

I wished my love to him and my mother before ending the call, the cord had twisted itself around my waist as I moved around the kitchen whilst on the telephone with my father. I untangled myself and lay on the couch sighing loudly before closing my eyes gently.

"You can't get away from us, Mabelle. We will get to you somehow. Just because I'm locked up and you ran away from him doesn't mean you are free."

Jack Cook's hand lead my eyes to the familiar face on the other side of the dark filled room, that face resembled my ex boyfriend, William. His arms were crossed and his shoulder leaned against the in evident wall.

"You can't get away that easily."

The sudden pressure of Cook's hand on my throat forced my head to hit against the brick wall, making me choke out for air.

A loud blast of thunder clapped above my apartment and my eyes shot open, my body was shaking while my skin dripped with sweat. Strands of my dark hair stuck to the moisture on my forehead. The rate of my breath was slowing down but was still extremely fast. These dreams had been recurring since I left William back in Yorkshire, moving here to get a fresh start but mostly to get away from him. I'd like to think that I was totally free from him, but Im not. He could easily find me and finish what he started and I knew he would find me, I just didn't know how fast.