captive 》h.s au

chapter three

I toss and turn in my sleep and cannot seem to get comfortable on my new bed. Distant cries and muffled yelling can be heard throughout the buillding, and it makes my skin crawl. The capabilities of some of these people are a scary thing to think about. Hundereds of patients with massive criminal records are being kept in the same facility as me. At any moment someone could lash out and hurt someone. I just need to make sure I keep to myself and stay away from people. The patients surrounding me are all quiet, and the only sound I can hear is the soft breathing of the boy across from me, who is also awake. He is now sitting with his back against the wall and his legs spread out on his bed. I am doing the same, accept my knees are tucked up to my chest; I feel safer this way.

I can't help but think about how he spoke to the warden today. She warned me that if I ever disrespected her in some way, that I would be punished. He spoke to her so rudely, and surprisingly enough, she tolerated it. There must be a reason that she didn't discipline him.

"What's your name?"

I know who it is right when I hear it. The boys voice interrupts my thoughts, and I move my gaze from the wall, over to him. He has not moved since the last time I looked out at him. He remains planted on his bed, the only difference now is that he has his eyes closed.

I hesitate to answer, then realizing that he was waiting for my response, I spoke up. "Brea." I said softly.

The boy sat up straight and turned his body towards my cell. "You're gonna have to speak up."

"My names Brianna." I said just above a whisper. "I go by Brea."

He nods and turns back to the position he was sitting in before. He sighed. "I'm Harry."

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The next morning I was woken up by the heavy metal doors smashing open, and loud footsteps crashing through them. I scurry to my feet and stand at the bars, watching tons of security guards flood the halls. Each of them stops at a certain cell, a tall brown haired man stopping at mine. A voice comes on over the loud speaker. "I expect you all to have woken up by now. All of you are to report to breakfast and then to your group therapy sessions accompanied by your guards. You have twenty minutes."

I watched as my guard unlocked my door and slid it open. He latches onto my arm and yanks me from where I was standing. "Easy!" I warn. "I'm not a fucking rag doll!"

I receive a simple glare in return. He snaps on my handcuffs and begins to march me down the hall with the rest of the patients. I sense he is not a morning person. Neither am I, though I'm never rude about it. I'm used to being pushed around and I've learned to stay quiet.

As we enter the cafeteria, I feel a presence along my right shoulder. I turn to see Harry's face. "The eggs are always spoiled. The orange juice is usually okay, but the bacon isn't real meat, so stay away from that." He whispered before being pulled away by his guard.

I took my spot in line, only putting juice and a biscuit onto my paper plate. The eggs smell absolutely horrid, and it mentally thank Harry for warning me about them. My guard is waiting for me at a table, where he forces me into my seat and cuffs my ankle to the chair. "Is this necessary?" I say dropping my fork onto my plate. I attempt to stand up but I'm quickly pulled back down by the restraint on my leg.

"So you don't have an outburst." He says, walking away. The man joined a group of a few other guards, all talking amongst themselves. I am left alone, a small pity party of one, at a big white table fit for six people. Not that it's a bad thing, most people in here would try to kill me if I even attempted to speak to them. That's one of the reasons I shouldn't be here, I'm different from them. No way in hell am I saying I'm normal, I know I have my own issues. But I am certainly not mentally ill, on the extreme level of being insane.

There are only about thirty patients in here with me right now. Each one of them staying quiet. I see a few groups of people engaging in small talk, but no normal conversation is happening, besides the guards of course.

"I see you took my advice about the eggs." Harrys masculine voice rang through my ears.

The chair across from me is pulled out and Harry seats himself, his guard nowhere in sight. I look down at my plate. "The eggs smelled like shit."

I could feel his eyes on me, yet I refused to look up. "Why did you come sit here, you'll get in trouble." I questioned him without looking up a this face.

At first he had no response, he just rested his elbows on the table and let out a deep shaky breath. "I don't exactly get in trouble around here." He sounded ashamed. "They know well enough that if they mess with me, I can snap their necks in a matter of seconds; So they stay away." His tone was completely serious.

I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say next. "Oh." Was all I managed to say.

"You said your name was Brea, right?" He asked. I'm starting to sense that he's trying to be my friend, and I don't like it.

"Uh, yea." I said. What if he's some sort of rapist? Or a serial killer? I shouldn't be engaging in a conversation with him.

"I used to know a girl named Brianna." He paused and looked down at his hands; He seemed nervous. "She had short red hair, to her shoulders. She always used to make fun of me and call me crazy. I haven't talked to her, or anyone in that case, since I was locked up in here two years ago. But, I guess she was right, I am crazy." His jaw clenched and he looked away from me.

By now, I was no longer ignoring him. My gaze was set upon his perfectly structured face. Well, not completely perfect. Bags are under his eyes and his cheeks are dirty. He looks tired, angry, and even hurt. I couldn't help but admire his eyes, pure green; I've always wished my eyes were that color. His hair resembled mine, brown and wavy, but of course mine was longer, coming down past my breasts. Something about his presence made me curious about him. What could someone this breath taking, possibly do to be sent here? He said something about snapping peoples necks within seconds, I hope I'm not socializing with a murderer. "Why were you put in here?" I asked calmly. This was a very personal question and I immediately regret asking it.

"That's not important." Was all he said.

I was not surprised by his response. I cleared my throat and took a sip of my orange juice, thinking this conversation was over. "What about you," he started. "Why are you in here?"

No way in hell was I going to share anything with this nuisance. "It's a long story." I said, searching for my guard. "You wouldn't be interested anyways." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and sat back in my plastic chair.

He leaned in forward, making me slightly uncomfortable. "Of course I'm interested, I want to know."

Harry sure was nosey for someone with so many secrets. I wasn't sure yet if he was someone I should fear or not. Until I figure that out, I'm going to plan on keeping my distance. "Well I don't want to tell you. I'm not someone you would want to get involved with. You're better off not knowing me." I said more than I had planned to.

He attempted to speak again but I shut him up with a harsh glare. I could see that he sensed my bitterness, due to the long sigh he let out before he sank back into his chair. For the remainder of time left to eat breakfast, we both sat across from one another, picking at our food, and sneaking glimpses of each other in silence.

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