Deportation |H.S| (On hold coming back very soon)

Chapter 5- Mess

Harry's POV

  As we arrived we took them out and started to guide them towards the doors,once we got inside they all looked around and noticed the hundreds of people in there. Yes we took care of these people but it was very hard to keep up with them so everyone was in poor conditions. Having to think about Jocelyn and her family in this situation made my heart hurt a little bit,they don't deserve this...hell no one deserves to be treated like this but it's the way life is. I understand that they come here for a better life,immigrants are the most hard working people out there they will work any job no matter what the condition is just to make money to provide for themselves or for their families.But life isn't fair..After speaking to Jocelyn's family I had to go and try to speak to Jocelyn myself because the other guys couldn't,they tried but they all said she was hard to talk to. And so the talking began.  

I asked her if she was okay and of course she responded with a smart ass response which made me chuckle. I don't know why the guys said she was hard to talk to because to be honest she wasn't hard at all because we ended up talking for about 3 hours straight. We talked about life, about her current situation, and everything. I couldn't help but think about how strong,funny,and adorable this girl is. I had a feeling she wasn't telling me everything about herself though but who the hell would. She had just "met" me like 2 hours ago, and was forced to talk to me or else she had no choice but to get tied up and tortured (which I had no problem doing but I would be doing the torture in a different way) I quickly stopped myself before my mind went to over board and because it was way to soon for me to think this way. I need to stop myself before things get out of hand so I quickly got up and walked out of the door which caught her by surprise. I can't keep doing this, I need to speed this process up so I can finally get her out of my head.

Jocelyn's POV

I sat there as I Watched the man speak to my brother and then my parents. I got stuck with a bunch of asshole ICE officers. One had blonde hair and blue eyes,one looked like a cute cuddly bear but don't let his looks trick you because he was actually quite the asshole,and the other one was the one with the man when they came into our home and took us away,they were all being rude and demanding answers and all so me being me I was being stubborn because I didn't want to speak to them. Don't be rude and i'll answer. So I watched them go up to the man and ask him if he could help them because "I was being too difficult". I wouldn't be so difficult if you weren't being so rude. He finished talking to my parents and slowly made his way towards me, the look he had on me had me a bit scared so I mentally prepared myself just in case he decided to be rude too,but I was caught by surprise when he called me love and asked if I was alright. Of course I responded with "I would be okay if I was at home not having to worry about this and just shoving my face with some Carne asada" which made him respond with a low chuckle which caught me off guard. I'm honestly glad I wasn't such an ass towards him because I enjoyed talking to him. Every time I said something "funny" he would laugh and smile in the cutest way showing some cute ass dimples. We ended talking for almost 2 hours, I told him how life was for us, how difficult it was for my parents. Having to jump from job to job trying to make enough money to provide for us, he looked at me like he understood what we've been through,a hint of guilt was shown in his eyes, I wonder why though I mean yes I understand it was his job to do this but he could've at least pretended that he didn't find us. But if he did do that then he could've lost his job but hell why would I care, I should hate him for doing this, I should've been difficult so he would've gotten frustrated with me and leave but I wasn't because surprisingly I was comfortable with him and he was comfortable with me from what I see.

I was in the middle of talking when out of no where he got up and left. I was honestly confused but worried , why was I worried? cause maybe I got him pissed off or I said something to trigger him, I could be over thinking though because maybe he forgot that he had to go take care of other things but I don't know. I was left in there alone, realization started to set in and I began to panic,wondering where the hell my parents were, where the hell my brother was, I started to stress out because what if those people began to hurt them or that they are treating them like the rest of the people in this place. The people....when we walked in here i noticed that there were other families here also, I noticed that some of them look like they have barely ate,slept, or anything and it hurt because my family and I could end up like that, but something deep inside me was telling me that the man wouldn't let that happen but hell I could be wrong...we will just have to see.