Orphan

Chapter 51

My back ached as the cold gust of prison-stained air broke through the gloomy cell. "Excuse me?" I mumbled quietly, my voice slightly shaky from the cold, and also perhaps me just waking up. The prison guard merely turned his head in my direction, awaiting my continuation.

"Good morning, will you please bring me another blanket?"
"There's one on your bed." He huffed leaning back against the wall, turning his head forward. "I know, that's why I said another blanket. I'm freezing... it's raining outside and I'm trapped between metal and bricks... literally, please." I begged as I shifted on the uncomfortable bed and stood up, bad idea for me, because that's when the cold really seeped into my body, maybe even the cracks of my soul at this point. "Fuck..." I breathed out the heat of my body against my palms, watching my hands shake.

"Listen, okay there are no blankets here and the cells are full. I can't leave my stand right now. This isn't a luxury inn. Besides, you've been living on other people's good well-earned lives, how about tasting a bit of your own now." The guard hissed through his teeth as I furrowed my brows. The fucking nerve of this man. "Really? First of all you could ask someone else to bring some extra blankets and secondly you Don't know me so Don't speak to me like I'm some dirty, low-life. Where's your humanity, I have rights too. No one was found guilty." I sassed as he turned and stared him down. He merely chuckled. "Where's my humanity? Ask the people's lives you've ruined. Your rights flew out the window when you smashed through everyone else's. You are a dirty low-life. And you will be treated accordingly. Unless you've got other ways of maneuvering around these parts." He grinned fiendishly and my face went white with disgust as I stepped back from the bars.

"Don't you dare fucking speak to her that way. She's done nothing wrong!" My head shot up to the husky sound of Harry's voice and my eyes widened as I stood up walking towards the bars once again. My heart rate sped up with each step.

"Harry?"
"Shut up! No talking, step back!" The guard scolded as he turned to face me tapping his gun against the cell bars. I stared at the weapon with a slight gulp standing back. Harry's voice once again sounded like a siren for my safe haven and the fear I had in that moment, had dripped off of my every bone in my body and seeped into the cracks of these 3 walls, disappearing once I had heard it's angelic sound. "Yes, it's me. Are you okay? What's going on?" His voice had pierced through the rigid brick wall that connected to my cell.

"Oh my gosh did they move you? When did you come here?" I breathed out as slight relief washed over my body, the imminent cold wrapping around me had seemed to fade slightly. "I was moved last night I'm not sure why-"
"-I said shut up!" The guard piped up once again, as he brought his taser through the bars and set it off. A shock wave of electric current engulfed the air around the instrument's small frame. I yelped and jumped back, gripping my arms as my heart pounded. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO! Monique! Are you okay? Speak to me what did he do?"
"Harry, I'm fine. Don't worry, I just had a fright... I'll talk to you some other time." I frowned sitting down on the bed again sighing quietly. "Okay... Just rest a bit then. Douche bag, give this to her." Harry's voice lowered a few decibels. I heard faint shuffling and a slight thump of something hitting the floor off my cell. I turned my head meekly, to find a blanket sprayed across the cold surface. I frowned getting up to retrieve it, "Harry I Don-"
"-Take it, okay. Keep warm. I'm not using it anyway."
"-Now if this conversation is NOT over; you're gonna be responsible for your little bitch going into an isolation cell. And not having a fucking blanket will be the least of her worries." He snapped as he held onto his privilege and his gun. We remained quiet.

The silence which then filled the cells seemed louder than ever before. I sat back down on the bed and wrapped myself in Harry's blanket as well as my own. His scent dripping off of it like an overflow while I buried my face in the warm material whispering a quiet 'thank you'.