tornado // h.s.

tornado; thirteen

C H A P T E R      T H I R T E E N

 “there's more to life then living, so hold on.” 

»  todd strasser

HE PURSED his lips together and spoke, "So, tell me about you." 

"My family just died," I said, eyeing my plate to avoid awkward eye contact.

Harry cleared his throat in reply.

"Oh, um, I meant the basics. How old are you two? Where do you come from?"

"I'm twenty-one. I'm from England." 

"What brings you to Scotland then?" 

"My late fiancé." 

"And you?" the commander looked at me.

"I've just turned eighteen, and I'm from around here." I bluntly answered.

"Interesting. I should probably introduce myself as well. I'm Emmanuel. I'm nineteen, and I am the commander of this base mostly because my father doesn't trust me as a leader." he casually said, as if he awaited me to gawk at him. I didn't satisfy him with that response. With a shrug, I took a spoonful of the fancy chocolate pudding. 

“I’ve discussed you two to the political parties. I've also discussed this with the leaders, and we think it's best to show you to the world in hopes that some country will take you as refugees and help you establish a stable life." 

"So you're auctioning us?" Harry asked.

"When you put it that way, um, yes, we are," 

I stared at the clock, waiting to be dismissed to the room. I understood that Emmanuel was really trying to support us, but I cannot forget the look of rage when he had a hold of my collar. When he had a look of amusement when they tortured Harry. Trust and Emmanuel do not get along. 

 "I'm tired, and so is Ocean, so excuse us, we're leaving." Harry retorted, obviously annoyed by the uncomfortable chit-chat.

"Goodnight," Emmanuel lisped, his voice reminding me of sweet honey. 

I was about to say goodnight before Harry pulled me up the stairs, pulling me into a room which was probably his. 

Startled by his sudden actions, I tried to speak but was immediately respited by his index finger that rested on my lip. 

No, no, no, not again, dear god, please not again.

"Why the fuck are you crying? I'm not going to hurt you."

Those words didn't stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks. 

"Why do you think I'm going to do something to you? Has anything ever happened to you?"

He removed his finger to let me speak.

"In the jail cell.. y-you were on drugs and- and thought I was Beth. Y-you k-kissed me forcefully and I thought you w-were gonna rape me,"

"Holy shit, I'm so sorry," he cupped my face and looked into my eyes. His eyes held a meaningful look, and I knew his apology was sincere. 

"It's o-okay," I affirmed.

"I hope you understand that I would never do anything like that. I'm in love with Beth and only Beth. I won't ever do... that to you."