Locked Up

Chapter 4 (Revised)

"Shyla, time for lunch," the usual voice of Smith tells me for the twenty-ninth time. Even though I know the rules, I still hate having to follow them.

Twenty-nine times. I can't believe I've been here for a whole month already. And sadly, that is not even a small fraction of the time that I will spend here. As the month of November ends, the chilly December air enters the facility. Because of the cement floors, the temperature in my cell has dropped by at least ten degrees. I walk across the numbing floor to exit my cage as Smith has instructed.

While the two of us make our way over to the lunchroom, I decide to ask Smith some questions. He always pesters me about things, so when is it my turn?

"Did you go to college?" I ask the toned man.

"Yes, of course I did," Smith says, obviously not joking.

"Then why do you work here as a guard if you have a degree?" I question him, actually curious.

"Why are you even asking?" He spits back.

"I was just asking, I'm sorry sir," I tell him, not really in the mood to be punished. He seemed as if he was going to answer, although he did not as we reached the lunch area before he had the opportunity.

"There is something.. normal about that girl," I hear Smith whisper to a co-worker. As usual, I sit down with no lunch and nothing to do. I don't know why, but I just don't feel hungry. I haven't ate much this month except a few apples and an orange. One day I was talking with Ace, and I told him how I don't like eating here. The next day, he came back from lunch with and apple. He reached his hand into my 'room' and handed me it. I still think about his long fingers and how they grasped the fruit. Only one of the many alluring features about him. I have not seen his face. but I can tell he is undoubtingly handsome. From the loose curls on his head to the anchor tattoo on his wrist, he surely was a ladies man before he got locked up in here.

"Hello," a brisk voice says to me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look up to see a tan skinned boy, with bright blue eyes. His blonde, straight hair is the complete opposite of Ace's, but this man can pull it off.

"Hi," I answer him dully.

"I'm Alexander, but you can call me Alex. What is your name?" He asks me with a painfully fake smile.

"Shyla," I tell him, picking at the skin on my nail.

"Wanna hear a joke?" he asks me. Before I can even answer, he begins telling me it.

"What is black, white and read all over?" he asks me and I start laughinh. A real laugh, not the fake one I do when I'm trying to make someone feel funny when the are not.

"I am sorry Alexander, but the first time I heard that joke I was in the third grade," I tell him.

"Atleast I made you smile," He tells me with an adorable grin. Only moments later, Smith comes over, telling me it is time to leave. Like every other day spent here, we walk back to my ell in scilence. As we pass Harry's cell, it is empty, like normal. It's quite odd that I have been here for a month and I still do not know what Harry looks like. After Smith locks me up, he tells me one last thing before leaving.

"The only reason I still work here is because my brother lives here also."

Later in the day, around two, Ace returns to his cell.

"Hello," I greet him warmly.

"Hello," he mimics back to me.

"Excuse me! I don't need your attitude mister," I tell him before laughing. He's odd, Ace is. Although I barely know him, the two of us have a bond. I though I'd never have a smile on my face again, and now here I am laughing with this boy who has murdered people. There is something about the bad lurking in his soul that brings the good out in this situation.

"Well, I'm so sorry m'am," he jokes back. The thing is, Harry is one of the only people who can make me smile like this. Many of my friends couldn't even make me laugh the way he does. This is almost strange to say, but I'm glad I met this messed up yet love able boy at the time I did.

"It's kinda strange, that we have been here for a month and we haven't seen each other yet," I softly say.

"I guess it is," Ace chuckles. "But I know you are for sure hot."

"Ace!" I shout scolding him because of the words that just tumbled out of his mouth.

"We both know it is true!" he says with too much excitement.

"Hey, Ace?" I call his name back into seriousness.

"Yes?" He asks me back.

"Did you know that my guard has a brother here? I wonder who it is," I inform him of my new knowledge.

"Yes I knew that, and I know exactly who it is," he tells me, almost in a growl.

"Wow, you obviously hate someone," I chuckle, not thinking it's a big deal.

"I do hate him, and I need you to hate him too. Whatever you do, don't talk to him. Do you understand?" He asks me, his voice becoming more harsh. The silence that follows is a clear enough answer for him.

"Do you understand?" He yells at me, kicking something on the other side of the wall dividing us.

"Harry, I like making friends. I'm sure he is not that bad," I tell him. Here is the one issue with Ace; he has to get his way.

"Please, please just promise me you won't go near him. I'm just looking out for you," Ace sighs. I hear his bed creak as he sits down.

"I promise," I tell him. "What's his name anyways?" I ask him. As soon as the name comes out of his lips, I know my promise I made him will be broken.

"His name is Alexander."

{I'm so horrible omg. This update is two days late and so short I am so so so so so so sorry! With exams and my birthday and crap I've been so busy! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please tell me if you did.

Question: Should I make some of the chapters in Harry's P.O.V. or no?

Anyways, thanks again for the response, I didn't think I'd even get 100 reads but now I almost have 2k. Thanks a lot guys!

-Anna/@Teendayslouis}