Harry left that night after the incident at the pizza shoppe and after I called him out on bringing me along knowing what was going to happen.
“I’ll be right back.” he said and stormed out of the room on his phone.
Tonight marks my third night alone here. Well I guess I’m not really alone; Harry’s posse are walking about the house and grounds twenty-four-seven.
I’ve only spoken to one of the men down there, Tommy, and he’s been my sanity in this godforsaken house the last two days. Tommy’s older, he’s 29 and the only one who spoke to me like a person and not an animal.
Unfortunately, according to Tommy, Harry should be home tonight.
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“I used to work in that very pizza shoppe down the street when I was fifteen.” He smiled at me from across the island, seeming to be in a better place in his head. “Was a different of sorts back then though.” His smile straightened. He cleared his throat and continued scrubbing down the counter.
“Well this pizza is very good.” I placed my fingers over my closed lips nearing embarrassment of talking with my mouth shovelled with pizza. I sat up in my stool at the opposite side of the island and choked down the pizza.
“Slow down.” He laughed, throwing the sponge into the sink.
His toned and tattooed arms flexed under his black t-shirt as he wiped down the marble countertop. He looked like such a bad-boy but just from spending the day around him yesterday, he’s truly a sweetheart. The light scruff around his face darkened his dimples to match the brownness of his eyes when he smiled.
“I’m sorry,” I laughed covering my mouth again. “I’m finished. Thank you, it was delicious.”
His eyes locked on mine as he rounded the island and swiped my plate away from in front of me. He dropped the plate into the sink and leaned onto his elbows over the island in front of me.
“What?” I whispered breaking the silence.
“I’m just wondering.” He stood up, his hands still on the counter balancing his weight.
“Wondering what?” I questioned. I sat up again in anticipation.
“What a girl like you is doing with Styles.”
“Oh, I’m not … with … him.” I knew none of this would make sense, or maybe it would. Maybe it would be like second nature for Tommy to hear. But I know no one else wanted to believe me even when it was just about Harry choking me.
“What are you here for then? The sex? The money?” he grinned.
“I’m not here for anything. I’m simply waiting to be released from captivity.” I hopped of the stool and straightened out my skirt.
“Ooo, that’s right.” He moved around the island towards me again, “I heard you were a flight risk.”
A flight risk. A fucking flight risk. I smirked and turned on my heel, heading for the living area.
“See you’re already fleeing.” He spoke behind me. I cracked a smile and walked around to the sofa in front of the fireplace. I was strangely attracted to Tommy. After he helped change the bandages on my hands yesterday, we talked for a while. Mostly about him, it seemed like he needed it. Seemed like he’d never really been able to vent before, so when he started, I let him go on for about two hours.
He told me how he’d been living on the streets for a better part of a year before he met Harry outside of a bar in Essex. Harry took Tommy in that night. Brought him home, gave him a better part of a wardrobe and put him to work, paid him just as well as he paid the guys who’d been working with Harry for years already and trusted him with big deals. He elaborated with me on how important Harry’s trust was to him. No one ever trusted Tommy before and he refused to let Harry down.
