12.24.07

12

9am - 06/16/2017

"What was that?" someone bursts into the room. "What the hell, Harry?"

"He lied right to my face, dad." Harry explains.

"You can't just go and kill the men here because they lie to you." Des says, sounding angry. "We've already lost a lot this past month."

"Don't be a hypocrite, dad, you would've done the same."

Des sighs. "Just tell me the next time you plan on killing one of my men."

There was a short silence between the two men. "I thought you were leaving."

"I am, I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Des says and I hear footsteps. "You've been acting weird."

"I'm fine,"

After that, I don't hear them speak anymore. The footsteps of the two leave the room. I was left alone, and not tied up. I knock on the closet door and call for Harry just in case. There was no response, so I grab my bag of dirty clothes and pull out my shoes. I start kicking the door, hearing it crack a bit.

Suddenly, the door flies open before I gave it one last kick. I gasp and my eyes widen at the sight of the man standing in front of me. The sunlight beams off his glasses. He had on a new suit because it wasn't as dirty and torn as the last one I saw him in.

"Lucy!" he says with a bright smile.

"Dylan, you were supposed to go to Florida." I whisper, lightly pushing him back and checking the room. "How did you get here without getting caught?"

"I found myself lost and in San Antonio." he tells me. "I hitched a ride here with these people who were on their way to Dallas."

"That doesn't answer my question of how you didn't get caught?"

"I don't know, I just walked up here– like literally walk right into the house." he shrugs. "Everyone is out by the garage though, I think I heard Des talking about these people— I don't know, but how have you been?"

I hear voices down the hall and panic. I pull Dylan into the closet and shut the doors.

"Hide, hide somewhere."

Dylan rushes behind the many clothes that hung in here. The sound of men entered the room, they were talking about the mess on the balcony. The doors open and Harry chuckles.

"After what I did for you and you tried breaking the door down." he says, pointing at the cracked door. "Come on, we're going out for a walk."

The rope in his hands are wrapped around my wrists before we leave his room. I glance over my shoulder to see the others throwing the body over the railings. Then I see Dylan peeking out from the closet.

"You're actually taking me out?" I ask as we go down the stairs.

"I thought you'd like to get some exercise rather than sitting in that chair all day."

I don't question him more. We go out to the backyard and the big tent from the first night I was here is gone. The big grassy land spread back to a forest. We get across the yard and enter a trail.

"You're not going to kill me, are you?"

"No, but why are you so concerned?" he questions. "You'd rather be dead than spend another living moment with me, right?"

"Yeah, bu-" I stop in my tracks, squealing at the sight in front of me. "Oh my god!" I turn away and Harry laughs.

He turns me back to the men hanging upside down from the trees. Cuts all over there bare chest and a gunshot wound right between their eyes.