Scandal

four

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I watched Harry press numbers into a keypad and the glass doors to the warehouse slid open. Harry stepped inside the building and motioned for me to follow. There was a thought lingering in the back of mind that kept telling me if I went in, there would be a small chance of me coming out. Instead of following him, I stood my ground. My legs were nervously shaking and I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

"Are you coming" I shook my head no. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, he stepped back over towards me and roughly grabbed my wrist tugging me towards the building. Instinctively, I dropped to the floor before he pulled me through the glass doors, looking like a child who didn't want to leave home to go to school. I put all my weight on the floor, so the only way I would enter the building was if he dragged me; and I half expected him to. However he did the exact opposite, letting go of my wrist he looked down at me sprawled out of the floor. He was intimidating, the way his chest heaved with each breath he took, and the tight lock of his jaw made my heart beat so loud I was sure he could hear it. Although I was acting out, I was still terrified of what his reaction would be; He could easily overpower me. The position I was in didn't help either, I was on the floor and he was towering over me.

"You can't be serious right now. Why are you making this so difficult"

"I think anybody in my position would. What did you expect to happen, that I would just willing go with you."

"Yes actually."

"Well your wrong. Do you really think your gonna get away with this. This is kidnapping, this is illegal, this is crazy. I'm a human being for fucks sake. You cant just drag me out of my life, take me to some warehouse in Pittsburgh, hours away from my home, and the expect me to be okay with it. Don't you think people are gonna realize I'm gone. Then what? You're a fucking idiot"

He buried his face in the palm of his hands before rubbing his temples, pacing back and forth. He stalked over and leaned against the building, his back turned to me, slamming his hand against a wall. I stood up and brushed the dirt from the ground off of myself. The moment I stood up, Harry whipped around and grabbed me by the top of the arm once again, and dragged me through the glass doors. They closed behind me and he let go of my arm.

"Did you even hear anything I said?"

Once again he ignored me, instead he focused on yet another alarm system guarding the second glass doors, this one was different; it was a finger print scan. After pressing his thumb against the screen, the system asked for a voice recognition, Harry cleared his throat before saying "disarm system" as clearly as possible. The machine took a while before registering his voice and unlocking the doors allowing them to slide open.

"You do realize you're in no position to be acting so belligerent. Most people would shut up and do exactly as I say."

"Guess I'm not like most people. Now how about you listen to me." I raised my voice which led him to turn around and lock his cold green eyes with mine. "I'm here because of you, this is your fault-"

"Could you please just stop talking for like two minutes and let me do my job" he cut me off and I reluctantly shut up, and followed Harry past the glass doors.

When you first walk into the building there's a long hallway running through the length of the building. The tiles on the floor were marble and glossy the whole place looked new, not even a scuff mark on the floor. The wall on the right was your typical white brick you see in most schools or offices. There was various paintings hanging off of it, along with benches pressed up upon the wall. Sort of resembled a waiting office. There wasn't any doors but there was some windows, looking out you could see the empty parking lot of the warehouse. The left wall was made of some type of really thick, strong glass. It was like a giant window, you could see the inside the room from the hallway. There was another set of glass sliding doors in the middle of the wall. Through the doors was a huge storage area, filled with rows of wooden crates.