Riley.
My breathing was about ten times faster than usual as I watched a very angry Mr. Locke run around the room in front of me. His face was red from anger, his lips pursed together to form a straight line. It was rather scary to watch his furiousness.
"M-Mr. Locke," I finally mumbled.
He turned around abruptly, his eyes fixed on me. "Don't fucking talk to me. I can't believe you would be stupid enough to fall in love with your mother's killer."
"I'm not in love with him!" I shouted, my voice echoing his office. "He kissed me... I was the one that pushed him away. And how do you know he killed my mom?"
"He really has brainwashed you, hasn't he?" Locke asked with a chuckle. "Wow - I can't believe you'd actually think that Harry wasn't the killer."
I scoffed at his choice of words. "Harry hasn't brainwashed me, actually. But he's innocent. I know he is."
Mr. Locke shook his head back and forth, still chuckling lowly. "Oh Riley, you're so stupid sometimes. Harry's just trying to get you to believe that so he'll--"
"Shut the fuck up!"
I knew as soon as the four words left my mouth I'd instantly regretted it. Mr. Locke's face grew angrier as he stepped toward me. He took no time to raise his hand to my face and slap my cheek viciously. I fell to the floor from the impact, a light gasp falling from my lips as I put my hand on the now reddened cheek.
My vision became blurry as tears grew in my eyes. I continued to look down at Mr. Locke's feet so he wouldn't notice and most likely call me a wimp. I sure did feel like one.
"Now, if you excuse me. I need to go have a word with Mr. Styles." Locke said softly, picking up a large suitcase as he started for the door.
I looked up then, my blurry vision fixed on him. "Y-You're going to Alcatraz?"
Mr. Locked stopped walking right as he was about to reach for the door knob. He turned around and looked at me, smirking. "Indeed I am. And so are you."
I swallowed hard, "N-No I'm not."
"I'm not going to do anything to you," Mr. Locke rolled his eyes. "You have no choice. Now come on."
The truth was, I really didn't want to go to Alcatraz. I didn't want to go with Mr. Locke, I didn't want to hear or see him beat Harry to death, and I didn't really want to see Harry. I was dreading seeing the way he probably looked in those horrid cells. Who knows what they've already done to him there.
But before I knew it, I found myself getting up from the ground and following Mr. Locke out of his office. As stupid as it was of me to listen to him and follow his directions, a part of me felt like I needed to do this.
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It took almost decades. Well, that's what it felt like to me.
"Don't speak to him," Mr. Locke mumbled to me.
I crinkled up my eyebrows. "I'm sorry?"
"Harry. I don't want you speaking with Harry. If I catch you speaking with him I'll-"
"--if I want to speak with him I'll speak with him." I interrupted him, "after all. He killed my mother not yours." I smirked to myself at the small lie.
Locke shot me a glance over his shoulder, almost as if he wanted to argue back. Instead, he let out a small sigh and continued walking. I had won that small argument fair and easy.
As we both walked into the large prison, I couldn't help but suck in s breath and let my eyes grow slightly wider at the whole sight. It was huge. Not only huge, this place was fucking creepy. I wanted to leave already and get the horrid picture out of my mind.
"He's in that room right over there."
I seemed to have gotten lost in my thoughts, considering Locke was now talking with two unfamiliar guards. They pointed to a room right across from us.
"Thanks," Mr. Locke said lowly as he began walking toward the room.
I gulped as I followed him, wondering what was in the room. He was about to walk in until he stopped suddenly and turned around to face me. "Don't come in here," he growled.
I gulped once more at his tone of voice. "I-Is Harry in there?"
"Doesn't matter and it's none of your business. Now wait out here." He said.
Mr. Locke went into the room and quickly shut the door behind him before I even had a chance to peek inside. I pressed the side of my head against the old door, trying to listen clearly to whatever was going on.
"You've really messed up this time." I recognized Mr. Locke's voice clearly. "I haven't thought of what all I'm going to do to you. But I know how I'll start." I gulped.
"I didn't do anything." There was a new voice. And I knew who it was immediately.
Harry.
The deep raspy voice could be recognized anywhere. He sounded so tired, so groggy. I knew he was slowly falling out of it.
"Didn't do anything? Wow, time to stop lying Styles. Your lies are getting a little old now." Mr. Locke responded quickly.
"Who said I was," I heard Harry begin, but he suddenly stopped. A loud yelp escaped from the room and I knew it was Harry's. "G-God, please don't- FUCK!" I heard him whimper out.
My hand found its way to my mouth as I continued listening, my eyes filling up with tears. He was slowly killing him inside and out.
"Hurts, doesn't it? It doesn't feel good to be tied up and beaten against your will, does it?" Mr. Locke asked. I could tell he was smirking just by his tone of voice.
I wanted to barge in so badly and do whatever I could to stop Locke from killing him. I wanted to do it so, so badly. But I couldn't.
"Please- PLEASE!" I could hear Harry's voice strain and get louder. I heard loud thuds and it sounded as if Mr. Locke was punching the shit out of him.
"You better fucking straighten up!" Mr. Locke yelled loudly, followed by loud punching sounds and Harry's loud screams and yelps. He was in so much pain.
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something.
I quickly twisted the knob, only to get a negative reaction. The door was locked. I cried out and began pounding on the door furiously, trying to bust it open.
"Get her out of here now!" I heard Locke yell on the other side of the door.
As soon as he said it, I felt a pair of arms begin dragging me away from the door as I continued to scream and cry out for Harry.
a/n: so sorry it took so long to update. but i hope it was worth the wait (:
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Imprisonment | Harry Styles
Fanfictionim·pris·on·ment noun 1. the state of being imprisoned; captivity.
