Liam’s p.o.v
I’m so confused right now.
First, Elle tells us that she won’t have us in these stupid cells anymore, and then we get put in them by a new guy. She doesn’t seem to even care.
At dinner, she sat down next to this man. I think his name was Reece. She gave us all our meals without even apologising about us being locked up, like she does about everything.
Something’s up.
It was quiet as we ate our meals and I wanted to break the awkward silence.
"Elle, what were you screaming about earlier?" I asked her bluntly, seeing as she wasn’t even acknowledging our presence at the table.
Sam, Elle and Reece froze and I am sure I saw Zayn choke on his food a little.
Elle looked down at her lap and it seemed as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t.
"Uhm Liam, I don’t think that Elle wants to talk to you." Reece said in an annoyed tone.
The rest of the boys shuffled in their seats and carried on eating to try to remove the tension.
I looked over at Zayn, who was looking directly at Elle.
She looked angry as she glared at him and he looked apologetic.
What have I missed here?
Elle's p.o.v
I can’t believe that Zayn didn’t tell the boys about the new rules. They all probably think I am ignoring them on purpose.
He had plenty of time to, why didn’t he? I can’t bear this much longer.
I collected in the empty plates silently. I felt the stares as I went around the table picking up the plates one by one.
My hand brushed Harrys shoulder as I reached to get his plate. He jerked away, almost sending my pile of plates flying. I couldn’t hide the hurt that I felt then. I rushed into the kitchen and closed the door behind me.
I’ve worked so hard over the weeks that I’ve been here on not crying. I bottled up all of my emotions from the first two months but recently, I’ve been crying a lot.
Everything just got so much more complicated that it should be. James should still be here for 2 more months and the boys would be going home after we had received the money.
It has all gone wrong.
The boys probably hate me.
I am owned by Reece.
James has gone.
I’ve been raped.
And now I’m only allowed to talk to Sam and Zayn.
I suppose it is better than nobody and they are my...friends I guess, despite me meeting both of them in this dodgy business.
I found myself yet again on this wooden bench. I was surprised it wasn’t broken yet.
I bent over in my seat so that my face was on my knees.
After 10 minutes or so, I could feel the wetness of my tears through my leggings that I had been forced to wear.
I jumped out of shock when the kitchen door slammed open, revealing Harry.
I stood up slowly and pretended that I was just taking a break from doing the dishes.
"What the hell Elle? One minute you promise that we won’t be in cells and that you will keep us safe and the next minute we find ourselves in cells and you are very much ignoring our existence. What the heck is going on? This wasn’t part of the agreement."
I stared at him for a few seconds, deciding whether or not to talk back to him. Reece can probably hear us and I don’t want to disobey him, it could put too much at stake, especially if he gets annoyed at the boys. If they got hurt by him I would tear my hair out with guilt.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before turning away from Harry and starting on the dishes. I could almost feel his anger radiating around the room.
"ELLE IF YOU DONT ANSWER ME, I WILL DO SOMETHING STUPID. I PROMISE THAT I WILL NOT BE HERE TOMORROW IF YOU IGNORE ME."
I held the glass that I was washing up in my hand too tightly, trying to resist the temptation to answer, causing it to shatter into little shards landing in the sink. Without thinking, I picked them up with bare fingers and was met with a stinging pain as my hands were sliced through. I carried on picking them up though, trying to show harry that I wasn’t going to respond to his anger.
He stepped a lot closer to me and held my wrists, stopping me from touching the sharp pieces. I dropped the pieces that I was holding, into the sink again.
As I looked up at Harry with tears in my eyes, his mood instantly changed.
Harry’s p.o.v.
The minute I looked into her eyes I could tell that this was not what she wanted. She was obviously hiding something but I now felt that this was the wrong time to pressure her into it.
I grabbed a kitchen tea towel and gently wrapped it around her bleeding hand, then the other one.
She looked touched by my gesture but still didn’t speak. I sighed. But not because I was annoyed at her, but because I was angry at everything.
Why did it have to turn out this way?
