Burning Crimson

Chapter Four

When they were walking down the stairs, Jean looked at Colette, new pants on her legs, her hair was damp from washing up, Jean didn't want her to be pissy all day. "Colette, don't let him get to you but here is the list I made for the other girls too," she said and hands Colette a pink piece of paper. Her eyes read over the words.
#1 dont scream
#2 dont push him away
#3 dont act better than us
#4 dont judge people before you know them

The way it's signed with some fancy initals, what was her name? E.C, did he see these rules? We're these rules his or hers? She looked at the girl with blonde hair, still feeling angry that she cut her hair and completely degraded her by taking some sort of power from her.

"Why? Tell me, what does this mean?" she asks Jean, waving the pink piece of paper above her eyes. The girl sighed and smiled, so much hope in her eyes.

"Me and you, we're going to escape. Colette, you don't belong here." Jean said and she smiles, and for some reason Colette can't bring herself to trust her, mostly because she chopped off her hair without consent or the fact that the man upstairs trusts her most.

"Don't, no.. you lie to me, you love it here, you love him," she says, tears rising again in her already sore eyes, shes tired and so exhausted emotionally. This house and these psychotics were wearing her down.

"Look, you want to leave and so do I, the other two are fucking morons and we are going to leave, I mean Luna left, she did it, why cant we? I have been looking for a way out for so long," she said and started to tear up but closed her eyes and blinked away her tears. Colette hugged Jean, holding onto her body tightly, sobbing in her chest. This was her way out, their way out.

"Listen here, hide that paper, he will cry for a while and then come out, just act normal okay? As normal as this is."

"Hell yes, anything to leave," she said and wipes her eyes and sniffles the mucas back up her nose into her raw throat, watching Jean in such adoration, Shawna watched from the pale brown couch, glaring at how the two interact on the stairs, sadness in her eyes, she wanted to be apart of that, of something.

It was around 9 p.m when they were all sat around the living room, Colette was sitting in the corner of the room, on the couch with Lilac and Jean, she didn't want to be near him, maybe ever, she was still on the verge of pissing her pants every time he looked at her he wasn't scary, he didn't have a scar above his eye or a hideous tattoo on the side of his face, so why did he do this? What did he want with four girls who didn't even look legal? She watched how he was spaced out. She flinched when Shawna brought them all out of some sort of haze, they all blinked at her.

"I picked a movie for us tonight and its good since Jean had picked that Friday this is my day," she smiles brightly, hoping it would shift the mood of the evening.

Harry shifts uncomfortably and scratches the nape of his neck, he had a neutral look, monotone was what he was. He looked tired, like all of them, bags under their eyes, they all looked skinny, unhealthy, all except Colette who had seen the sun and actually ate food, they all looked like they hid during the day and ate like beds at night, all of them looked at Shawna, how she was the only one willing to do something to change this silly mute protest all of them have taken.

"Shit, no, Shawna, let Colette pick. After all, she is new and she gets to pick this week, next week is your week, I promise."

Colette quakes at the sound of his voice, her bottom lips shakes and her eyes widen, looking at the two girls on the couch, and Harry sitting there with Shawna between his legs, running his hands through her hair.

"I'm not that good at picking stuff, and you might not like what I pick," she says and scratches at her collar bone. How it gave her some sense of reality, she wanted to make sure that she was here and if she scratched hard or fast enough, maybe she would cut her sling open and bleed out, maybe she would die, maybe she would hit an artery and she wouldn't have to see this anymore. This shouldn't be her reality, this was hell. Living, breathing hell. Act normal ran through her mind, act normal, act normal, act normal, act normal.