Imprisonment | Harry Styles

Chapter 7

Harry.

"Break time, Mr. Styles." I heard Mr. Locke's annoying voice say from behind me. I took the privilege to roll my eyes since my back was currently facing him.

"Once again, I'm not going." I responded flatly, laying back and staring up at the ceiling. Damn, I could really use a cigarette right about now.

I heard Mr. Locke enter my cell and come over to me, grabbing me by my shoulders and raising me up. Groaning, I started paying attention to him. "Please don't make me go, Mr. Locke."

"I'm terribly sorry Mr. Styles, but I've been ordered to make you go out today." He replied, removing his hands from me and sighing.

I sighed as well as I stood up, running my hand through my hair. "Alright, alright."

The walk down the barren dark hallway with Mr. Locke was boring. Not only boring, but pointless. I told him that I didn't want to come and socialize out here with fellow prisoners on my 'break time'. I saw no point in it whatsoever.

Mr. Locke undid my cuffs as he let me inside the large enclosed room with about ten or more people inside wearing the same orange jumpsuit as me. They were all males.

"You've got thirty minutes, Styles." Locke whispered as he locked the door back once I was inside.

Rolling my eyes, I studied around the room for a few moments. Only to notice that everyone was staring me down. Their faces darkened and they were all about ten times bigger than I was.

"Hey, kid." I heard someone say loudly from beside me. I turned my head and noticed a large bald male, with tattoos on his head. "You're the guy that murdered Riley Conrad's mother."

As I examined him, I couldn't help but notice him walking closer and closer to me. Out of instinct, I began backing up away from the unidentified man. "Yeah, I guess that's me."

He enclosed the space between us and grabbed me by my jumpsuit collar, lifting me up off the ground and slamming my back against the wall. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I shouted, my eyebrows crinkling up.

"Doing something that you deserve for killing that poor girl's mother." Was all he said before throwing punches at me everywhere, other prisoners soon joined in. Before I knew it I was being beaten up by everyone in the room.

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"You did this to me on purpose you fucking asshole," I croaked out in between coughs, holding the towel to my nose still and holding my free hand over my stomach.

Mr. Locke laughed, "No I didn't, Harry. It's not my fault everyone in this prison hates you. It's your own fault that happened."

I moved the towel down to my bottom lip as I scowled at him. "Yeah, okay, Locke. Please just leave me alone I wanna rest." I begged.

"Mr. Locke," he corrected immediately, which I expected him to do that. "Mrs. Conrad might be stopping by later, so I'll just send her back here if she does." He added before exiting my cell and walking down the hallway.

"Fuck you," I mumbled quietly as he left. God, I hated him so much.

I had never been in so much pain before, I was aching all over. I tried my very best to fight the other prisoners back but it was pretty hard to do that considering the biggest guy in the room had me held against a wall. I was completely vulnerable and weak to them.

"Hey, Styles." I heard a familiar deep voice call from across the hallway. My body rose immediately and I got up walking over to the bars, resting against them as I looked at Jet. "How are you feeling?"