captive 》h.s au

chapter five

Harry's POV.

My head is throbbing. My muscles ache. My knuckles are scabbed over and bruised. I've never been in so much pain, its agonizing. I killed a security guard yesterday, and hurt 5 others. I'm a complete monster.

I couldn't go back to the electric chair, not after what happened last time. Mrs. Gordon almost killed me the first time I was strapped into that chair. The cold, metal death bed. My whole body ached for days afterwards; I couldn't find a relief. It took me an entire month to completely recover.

Mrs. Gordon has something against me, she just has to. Even though the woman knows what I could do to her, she continued to shock me until I passed out. She didn't stop. She knows something, I can tell. Whatever it is, it's keeping me locked up here, and keeping her quiet. I hope to God she doesn't know about my father, that better not be the reasons he treats me this way. If anyone found out about him, I'd be a dead man for sure.

I look across the lunch room and see Brianna sitting by herself. Just looking at her pretty little face makes me want to get better. She saw what I did to those people, I killed that guard right in front of her face. I wouldn't be surprised if she never talked to me again.

Since my first outburst here at Rigley's, people all treat me different. The lunch ladies don't say good morning to me anymore, the guards don't try to make small talk with me while we walk throughout the building, and the patients can't even look at me without getting scared. I don't want to be this way; but I just can't stop.

Nobody knows how hard it was for me. Being put in here as an innocent man, having people ashamed of you, disown you, for something you didn't even do. All the people I thought that cared about me, were suddenly gone. Everybody abandoned me to do this on my own. The spoiled food, cold showers, the beatings; I never deserved all this. It wasn't supposed to be me in here. Although I was a free spirit when I was admitted here, being locked up for 2 whole years has truly made me go insane.

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Brianna's POV.

He was watching me. Harry's eyes have been glued to me since I sat down, and I'm pretty sure they won't be leaving me anytime soon. I try to observe the other patients but my eyes always seem to fall back on his. I watch him closely, his knee bobbing under the table, his fingers tapping the desk as he watches me. His eyes are somewhat squinted which tells me hes in deep thought, but must he look at me?

His eyes open slightly more as he realizes that I am now staring back. "Hi." He mouths through the crowd of people across the cafeteria.

I dart my eyes away from him and look at my guard. "Can I please go back to my room now?" After what I witnessed Harry do last night, I'm not in the mood, or emotional state, to even talk to him right now.

He nods and pulls me out of my chair, snapping the handcuffs onto my wrists.

"Thanks." Donovan leads me past the other patients towards the door. Harry's gaze doesn't leave me the entire time. As we exit the cafeteria, I shoot Harry a warning look, He needs to leave me alone.

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I sit alone in my cell, tapping my fingers against the metal frame of my small bed. Everyone is still at lunch, accept the old woman across the hall from me. Shes sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the wall like usual. I heard along the grape vine that she murdered her husband in his sleep, but I can't believe the rumors unless she tells me herself.

It's way too quiet. The two of us sit across the hall from one another, lost in our own minds. I wonder if she even has a mind anymore, most people here lost their minds long ago. While I'm sitting over here, wondering about her, she's probably over there with no a single thought going on inside her head. Or maybe shes trying to figure out how to escape this place; thats something I would definitely do in the future.

"Tell me when you're done watching me." Her raspy mumble startled me and caused me to jump.

"I, uh, I-I'm sorry I was just...thinking." She makes me feel uncomfortable so I stop there.

Her eyes are still locked on the wall in front of her, and she has not moved. "Well, I'm waiting."

What the hell is she trying to say? I lean forward on my bed and tie up my hair. "What do you mean?"

She chuckles. "What's your name dear?"

I watch her carefully as I give her my answer. "Brianna."

Her smile grows and she gets off the bed, standing up right. "My name is Martha, and I'm sure you're scared of me, right dear? At least, most people are."

I let out a soft laugh. "No ma'am, I'm not scared of you. I'm not really scared of anyone here, accept that boy Harry who lives in the room next to you."

She sighs. "Yes, I know the boy. He was admitted here about two years ago, I've been forced to be his neighbor ever since. He is bad news. Don't ever make friends with him, you'll soon regret it. I can't tell you much but hes more dangerous than you think." She turned her back to me and sat on her bed without another word.

What the hell was that about? I knew Harry was dangerous but what more could he possibly do besides kill people? He told me that the staff is scared of him since he can snap their necks in a second.. And he proved me right about that. So Martha must be talking about something worse.

"Wait, what do you mean he's more dangerous than I think? I witnessed him kill a security guard, what more could he do?" I was not ready to end this conversation.

Martha turned around slowly and looked at me. "That boy has way more capabilities besides murder, dear."

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hi guys, sorry this chapter wasn't very long, I've been pretty busy. I'll try to write chapter six tonight and maybe have it posted tomorrow (: vote and comment pleaseee :*

kylee xx