Pain //h.s [Editing]

Chapter Sixty

I was skimming over some chapters at the beginning of the book and honestly you guys I'm actually embarrassed😂  Like 2014 was not my prime writing time lmao. It's so rushed and there's no punctuation and the things that Riley and Harry say and think are so cringy. I can't wait until I have time to eventually edit this book when it's finished. I apologize that you had to suffer through the first section of the story😂😂

ALSO, instead of 60 chapters, there will be 62 chapters of Pain! I tried to squeeze my last ideas into 60, but I honestly have too much planned for the ending to fit it all into this one last chapter, so there will be two more after this and an epilogue! I hope you all are satisfied with the ending.

*Not edited*

Riley's POV

"I came to see Nick Prescott," I stutter, swallowing as I get the words out. My nerves are jumbled as I stare at the bored-looking lady behind the glass as she types something into her computer.

Taking a quick and frankly uninteresting look up at me, she speaks in a monotone voice and slips me a sheet of paper from under the glass before pointing to the side, "Take a seat in one of the chairs over there, a guard will come get you shortly." 

With a shaky hand, I pick up the paper and take it with me to a plastic chair leaned up against the wall. I pick a pen up from a table next to me and read over the words on the page. It's a from requesting that I give my name and reason for being here. If I'm being honest with myself, I'm not so sure I really know why I'm here. I need to speak to Nick and ask him why he's involved in all of this, I know that much, but I don't know what on earth possessed me to think that coming here to do so would be a good idea. I've never stepped foot in a prison before, and I can't say it was ever something I had the desire to do. But it's the only way to talk to him under the circumstances.

As I scribble down my vague answers, the lady behind the glass begins to tap her pen against her wooden desk and the sound echoes through the quiet room. The continuous sound does nothing expect make me even more nervous, and I fight to steady my breathing as I stand back up and take the form over to her. She takes it and scans it over, not seeming to pay much attention to what I actually have written, before she types once more on her computer and dismisses me. I almost want to scoff at her unwelcoming behaviour-- she certainly did nothing to make me feel better about being here.

I sit back down on the chair and after what feels like forever, a man dressed in a guard's uniform emerges from a door behind me and motions me over with the wave of his hand, a faint smile on display. I immediately like him just a little bit better than the unpleasant lady. 

"You're here to see Prescott?" The man questions as I trail behind him through the door. It leads to a vacant hallway with multiple open rooms. I scan my surroundings as we walk.

"Yes," I respond, trying my best to sound confidant. The guard raises his eyebrow at me, seeming to wonder what I was doing here to see him.

"Right through here," He directs, pointing to my left into a room that resembled all the rest we passed: an empty room with nothing but a chair in front of another sheet of glass similar to the one the receptionist sat behind. I enter the room hesitantly. "Just sit down and he'll be out in a minute."

Great, more waiting to calm my nerves, I think to myself sarcastically.

I take my seat and breath deeply. I haven't seen Nick in a very long time, and it's hard to believe we would be reunited in a situation like this. I'm angry at him, but mostly I'm confused and I need to see him if even for a minute in order to grasp why he has done what he has. Harry can explain it to me countless times, but he still doesn't know Nick's thought process and he still doesn't know what Andrew really has going on. I need to find these things out on my own.