Vicky
I looked in the mirror at the once gushing cut, it was going to scare, and they will have to pay for that. I dabbed it with a cotton wool pad and it stung, at least it was clean. Catraia was sitting on the bed still. She was good company considering the circumstance, she tried to start conversations on all sorts of topics, hair, make-up, television programmes. She was just a typical girl, what was she doing mingling with these lot.
“So, um, you don’t really seem like someone to hate, why are you involved in all of this?” I want to know, I couldn’t ever hate someone so nice. I’m a prisoner to her and she’s treating it as a sleep over.
“I’m not one of the haters; well that’s what Quinton calls it anyway. I don’t get involved, I just clean them up once its done, Oh and feed them” She smiled at me “You can sometimes cause a bit of a mess I will give you that”
“Sorry, to be fair, I haven’t been doing it for 8 years” I don’t want to make any trouble for Catraia.
“It’s alright, that’s the only reason for me to stay really, if it weren’t for Mark coming up with that, then I wouldn’t be able to be here” She looked back at the floor
“Mark? You two- sorry for being rude, but are you a- do you have a- thing?” Her cheeks sort of went very bright on her little pale face, like it just lit up “Yes then”
She looked up and smiled “We don’t have a thing, but there is something there, if that makes sense?”
“Yes, that makes perfect sense, I’m sort of in the same boat right now” I looked at her and she seemed to understand everything.
“Catraia, can I have a word?” Mark was there, I don’t know how long for though, he was so quiet.
She got up and went over to the door, she looked at me and smiled before she left. She was all smiles. I was left on my own again and I didn’t know how long for. I get so bored so fast in this room. I went up to the door and knocked “Hello”
The door opened and another big guy came in, maybe even a little bigger than Mark “What do you want?” His voice was so deep, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything like it, you’d think a computer would have had to make it.
“What’s the time?” I weren’t sure if I should go to bed or not, I’m tired, but I don’t really want to be seen asleep at 2 in the afternoon.
“You are joking?” His eyebrows where raised so high, it would have hurt anyone.
“I just want to know what time it is? Mark said if I want or need anything, just ask” What’s so strange with wanting to know the time?
“It’s 10 past 8” His eyes where hard, not letting any bit of softness out. He had to be friends with Quinton, only his eyes where as cruel as that. “Anything else?” He said it making sure I knew he wasn’t going to do it.
“No, thank you” I weren’t giving him the satisfaction of thinking that I am scared, no way.
He flared his nostrils as if to indicate a bad smell and left.
I guess, I could go to sleep, its not that early. I went over to the tiny bed, and laid down, I looked up at the ceiling and the only thing I could do is count sheep.
509, 510, 511, ok, this is just getting silly, 100 sheep are fine, but 511 sheep is crazy. This is just impossible to get comfortable. I stood up and put the mattress on the floor, maybe the little springs at the base is it. I laid down on the floor and truth be told, it was much more comfortable.
“Vicky, Vicky wake up” I heard him, but didn’t want to respond, to tired
“Go away” I said and fell into a light sleep.
“Vicky, get up now” I felt something tug on my arm and then I was on my feet.
“Hay” I looked up and Ryan was standing there smiling. “Ow my god, Ryan, you’re ok” I put my hands to my mouth.
“Yes, I’m fine, are you?” He looked up and down my body checking there’s no obvious injury.
“I’m ok” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his head down to mine. I joined our lips and didn’t want to let them part.
He pulled away “They don’t know I’m here and I think it’s a good idea if it stays that way, we should go”
“Good idea” He grabbed my hand and walked out the door. I looked either way and walked on “Which way?”
“I came from that way” He nodded towards the left.
We walked down the hall and he pulled me towards a door on the right. He pushed me towards a wall and carried on walking. He put his head to the door and went flying back. There was a huge smash of wood and little chips went flying everywhere. I let out a little scream and covered my face. When I took my face out of my hand, the big guy who told me the time was there. Smiling at Ryan.
“Well, it did take you some time didn’t it?” He was still smiling at Ryan crouched on the floor.
“Well, you didn’t do me any favours with that, it took you lot to get me unconscious to get her, hay Harry” He looked up at him as he got himself up.
Harry looked to his side and sore me. He walked over and grabbed my arm and placed me in front of him. Ryan’s face then changed, his eyes widened, but his eye brows still stayed down. I felt his other arm pull around my body. I looked down and his hand was coming towards my face, it stopped just before and landed on my throat. “For Christ sake” I am getting so pissed off with my throat being grabbed.
“Listen Harry, if you kill her, you have nothing to block you and I will just be worse, so you give her to me and I will just take her and leave” Ryan was maybe shoulder height on Harry, I don’t see how he could take him on.
“True, but it doesn’t matter, because if I kill her, it will kill you, wouldn’t it?” I could feel the smile on his face.
“What’s going on here then?” I heard from behind me, it was Quinton. Two really big guys against Ryan, I quivered at the thought. “Oh look, we have a guest”
This is what he wanted. I understand now, he didn’t want me here, he wanted Ryan here.
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