INSOMNIAC // H.S

Chapter 21

Sun down was approaching Denver and the darker it got outside, the more the curiousity arised inside of me. I've watched about two horror films out of our hundred box set of recent and vintage horror movies this afternoon with Grayson. Each as terrifiying as the last. 

It was already six o clock and the sun had already set. The rush is beginning to ignite in me and the excitement of answering my questions are fueling them. "Grayson, so you just say there is a music recital in school and then stall Oliver until I get home."

"Sure. Piece of cake. We've been working on redoing the lounge and that's going to take up the night." he assured me.

"That's great. Tell him i'm going off. I need to get going now so I don't come back too late." I told him. "Whatever you do, if anybody looks for me when i'm gone, tell them i'm at central park even when i'm not." 

"Why?" he asks but I can't risk anybody knowing these secrets.

"Trust me." I say holding his hands like Harry held my wrists.

"Okay, hurry up before he asks you where you're going himself." Grayson encourages and I smile giving him a big hug. He is the bestest friend i'll ever have till the day I die.

I suspect Oliver is upstairs and carefully I slip my black coat over my back and maroon coloured boots. Before I cllimbed down my front porch, I looked around to see if there was anybody suspicious looking around the street and all I saw was Mrs Downings rocking in her chair on the front porch knitting away like regular old ladies.

I put the hood over my head and walked down the pavement and getting to the subway. The small pitter patters of cold rain started to rain from above and when I looked up into the dark sky a drop of rain fell into my eye and I giggled to myself and skated across the now wet ground with the boots while they were still slippery.

I got into the subway station and waited for the train to come. There were only about two people waiting for the carrige to stop. It's obvious it's not an ideal place for many people to go to unless their going to where i'm going. The train came rushing by and stopped. Those big metal doors slid open and I stepped in sitting on the small chairs on the side. 

The ride wasn't long and I got off climbing quickly up the stairs to come back to the same place me and Harry were running from the men last night. Walking down the street, I find the playground and walk through the sewers. The music was louder than the night before and it was booming like the first time. 

Lifting the hatch open I get into the crowded bar. I squeeze in between the drunk people and trampling over the people who had overdosed on drugs and passed out on the floor. Making my way to the bar, I see the young man making cocktails and handing out beers to everyone. "Excuse me mister!" I yell over the thumping music racing with the beat of my heart.

"Sierra! Free drinks tonight!" he replied loudly.

"No no no! Where is Louis?" I ask looking around with my ears shut while still letting my voice flow through my dry throat.

"His show is on in an hour! He is at the back!" he informs me helpfully.

"Thank you, wait can I have a beer?" I surprised myself by asking for one.

"Sure hun!" and he grabbed a bottle from beaneth. Popping the lid off for me, he gives it to me.

"Thank you!" I say and walk off. I shifted myself all the way to the back and pushed the glass door open to reveal Louis sitting in a seat talking to Justin.

"Sierra! Here to enjoy my show?" he greets jumping off his seat and hugging me.

"If I have time but I need to urgently talk to you." I seriously reply.

"Anything you want to say to me you can say to Justin." he sits back into his seat and gesturing me to sit next to him. "So what is it?" 

"It's about 17 BLACK." I say and Justin eyes Louis.

"Sierra that's private." Justin interjects my question to Louis.

"It's my business now if i'm going to be used as leverage by that Zack Zayn guy or whatever his stupid name is." I snap. I needed to know.

"You've met Zayn?" he questions seriously catching onto how important this is to me.

"Yes. Well not met. More like held me against Harry with a knife against my face but yes, we've met." I sarcastically reply.

"Should we tell her?" Justin mouths to Louis and he nods. Louis moves his shirt down and on his left collar bone is tattoed "37 BLACK" and on Justin it says "47 BLACK". I kept on sipping on the beer looking at everything they were showing and telling me.

"These codes are tattoed on us and it tells each of us in the gang who carries what. Harry carries a drug that could comprimise a whole entire school, company or even a public area. 17BLACK is a mind controlling drug. Zayn is 27 BLACK, Tris-" Louis is cut off by Justin.

"Tristan Bridges is my digusting older brother and is 57 BLACK, Cole is 67 BLACK and there is a girl who is rarely in the action but she is the head of this gang. She is 77 BLACK."

"There is 07 BLACK and he is the our boss yet we don't know he is." Louis tells me and i'm mentally taking notes of everything I get to acknowledge.

"Harry is the most trusted by 07 but the day me, him and Louis left, we returned the objects except Harry who kept the drug and hid it. He won't even tell us where it is but he is so stupid to not have given it back. Now their hunting him like dogs." Justin sneers.

"Oh okay, well I better be off." I awkwardly state and I get off my seat finishing the beer. "It's getting late and i'm not supposed to be here." 

"Yeah I understand." Louis says. "Better to keep a low profile. It'll get dangerous sooner or later." 

"Bye goldie." Justin waves casually and I walk out of the room and across the bar.