This is basically a filler, its not the most exciting chapter but tomorrows will reveal more! Btw there is a picture of Carly on the side, minus the long hair! its more for the dress!!! :) enjoy x
I bring the fork to my mouth, demolishing every last bit of the food placed in front of me. I can't complain, it was delicious. The rules he'd set were very clear, stay quiet, do as I'm told, don't ask questions and don't talk to anyone.
I sit patiently waiting for the young female who's name I've learnt is Ava, to come and take my empty places away. I take a sip of the juice in front of me, before being joined by him. He grabs a chair and sits directly to the left of me.
"How are you? Was the food good?" He hands me a napkin. I nod, thanking him with a small smile. I still fell pretty much on edge around him, I know nothing about him, he's a complete stranger. I can't help shake the uneasy feeling that I'm going to like it here.
He softly chuckles, "You are indeed a quiet young female" I smile biting down the urge to ball at him, he if hadn't had set stern rules which I don't know any of the consequences too then I'd be happy to talk to him. Maybe even a civil conversation could take place between us. "I haven't introduced myself, how rude of me. I'm Des" He puts out his hand in order for me to shake it. Out of politeness I shake his hand, he gives off intimidating vibes, exactly where Harry gets it from. His mother is a completely different story, nothing but kindness came from her when we met.
"Please, do speak." He smiles, I look back down at my hands fiddling with the horrid fabric I've been put in. Does anyone know I'm here? What if the police have been called? It's been 12 long hours and still no search parties?
"Thanks for the food." I smile. He gives me a small nod, placing out his hand as he stands up. I hesitate before placing my hand in his, he brings me too my feet and I follow him closely.
"Has Ava showed you your room?" His dark eyes focus on finding mine. I take a glance as he tightens his grip on my hand, I begin to nod. It took all of five minutes for her to show me my room, I wasn't too bothered about seeing it, I wanted to get away. They've treated me better than they did at the ward, strangely I feel like Des, Ava and the others do care about me. I haven't felt out of place here, no questions about what's going through my mind have been asked, no secrets that Harry has kept from me have been mentioned, I haven't had to face my so called friends. Most of all I feel strangely safe. It's not a feeling I'm used too. Not when I'm with strangers.
He opens the door to my room, stepping aside and guiding me in. "Alice had mentioned a few things that you liked about your room, so I figured I'd get similar looking things." I nod along as he continues to mumble things about my room. I finally take a good look, it's pretty plain. I like that. I stare across to the much larger bed, double. The sheets are a dark red, along with a white detailed pattern throughout the covers. The biggest wall of the room matches the colour of the sheets, dark red. It's nice, not something I'd have chosen. But it's nice.
"So what do you think?" He smiles, I can almost sense the anxiety as I wait a while longer to answer. He doesn't have to please me, it's already much better than the shit hole.
I give him a reassuring smile. "I like it" He sighs in relief, lightly squeezing my shoulder. I flinch slightly and he removes his hand. "Thank you. It means a lot." He gives me a quick nod, before exiting the room. I watch him as he carefully drags a box labelled with my name.
"Your stuff. You know from the room in your ward." Im more confused than I was before I even got here, what the hell is going on. "I want you dressed in an hour, we have some important guests coming round." He gives me a stern smile, almost forced. I slowly nod, the dog is closed behind me and with a turn of the key my only escape is no longer there. A short loud sigh falls from my lips, I walk over towards the small window. I pull back the thin fabric staring out to the fields, a lot of them. Its a pretty decent sized house, the garden stretches out to at least three acres. The small hut at the end of the garden, puffs out smoke, the lights are dim yet I can clearly see the figures staring back at me. I bring my hand up and slowly wave, watching as they quickly shut the curtains. I drop my hand along with the curtain, strolling back towards the box of my stuff. I sit down on the floor managing my stuff, one by one I pull out the things that were once in my room.
I stare back at the small book, the diary that I was meant to be keeping. Pretty much failed. I open it up, re-reading what I first wrote down.
August 11th, 2012..Day 1.
Boys, ive met a boy. His name is Zayn and he has a friend, who just happens to be the hottest guy ive ever seen. There's a list of things im in awe of about him, a list that would take a page of this shit book. I don't know whether im meant to write how I feel, or if my mother just wants to know that her money is being put to good use. Its too early to tell, but yes mom..i don't think your money will be put too good use. Or does she think, or even know that I wont last in this place, as the year passes, ill grow less bothered about life, ill get more and more depressed, ill even hit rock bottom. Does she think that by this time next year, ill be dead. Shes missing part of whats meant to be the greatest years of my entire life, and here I am telling you guys the story of the end of my teenage years. That's what she thinks, this is why she put me in here isn't it? So someone else could have on their conscious that im dead. How am I meant to get better if the wrong people are around me, giving me the same support they give everyone else, their all used to this..you know the workers, day in and day out they get the same shit depressed teenagers, im one of those people.
I don't know whether to laugh or think back to what id of actually finished off for the day. I cant help but think what would of happened if I had stayed clear of Zayn, if my sister would of never had made friends with him, then id never be in this mess now. I flick through the three entries ive written in the past four weeks. Nothing but complete and utter crap, defiantly not worth any of the pages in this book. I should keep a diary, not having anyone around now. My head will become clear, it will help.
I quickly check the time, I have at least half an hour until im wanted down stairs. I place my book back into the box, closing it up and pushing it towards the bed. I walk over to the wardrobe, opening it up. I assume with their being guests here then ill have to dress, nice. I flick through the clothing, eyeing up a small plain black dress, I remove it from the hanger, placing it down on the bed. I walk over to the draws, pulling out clean underwear along with a pair of black tights. 'Important guests', how important are they? To him or to me are they important?
Im sat down opposite Des, his suit is slick and black. He approved of my dress, as did Ava. They said it made me look much older than seventeen. I await for the guests to arrive, sitting peacefully as I look around the dining room. Pictures of his family, strangely none of Harry. Im not even sure they are related. My thoughts are fumbled as I look up at our guests. I instantly stand up greeting the young female, her hair is long and dark. Its perfectly curled, she slowly approaches me, holding out her hand. I grip a hold of her hand, lightly shaking it. Her dark eyes follow my every move as I sit back down.
"Carly this is Kimberly and this is David." I nod, the man had ash blonde hair, his blue eyes follow her as if she's going to run. Kimberly is seated opposite me, I stare at her as she talks to Des. She is beautiful, more than beautiful. She removes her jacket, revealing her sparkly dress and a small yet noticeable scar above her collar bone. "Carly" I move my gaze to a intense stare from Des, shit. He's caught me staring, has she caught me too?
"I couldn't help but notice your dress, its lovely." She compliments, her smile ive seen it somewhere. A light gasp falls from my lips as the fork hits my plate. She flinches, and within seconds im hauled up to my feet and took out of the dining room.
Im sat down, I watch her stare as Ava closes the door. "What the hell was that? Did you not hear me when I said 'important guests'?" His voice slightly rises. "Carly, are you even listening too me." I watch as his lips move but none sound escapes them. What is my purpose here?
"God damn it li-"
"What am I doing here?" I cut him off, he looks taken back as I talk. "What is she doing here?" I look up at him, the colour slowly drains from his face. I knew it.
I know I keep saying this but I am sorry for the updates, I take the piss! im sorry!!! I hope that im not losing readers :( I will be updating tomorrow too, it may include Harrys pov! but let me know what you think of this chapter!! so please don't forget to vote and comment, love you guys! x
