Hide and Seek (not continuing)

Chapter 13 - Breakfast

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*unedited*

[Harry.]

I woke pretty early the next morning. Camille was still sleeping but she had shifted to the other side of the bed. She seemed so peaceful lying there, the complete opposite of last night. I decided not to wake her up yet so I went downstairs to look for Carol. She needed to tell me how the conversation with the police went and if Camille and I still have to make a statement.

I quickly took some of the ice I had put in the freezer of the refrigerator  – yes, there was one – yesterday and held it against my cheeck again while I made my way downstairs. Scarman had hit me quite hard, but I had made it even by hitting him back. (I’m purposely leaving out the fact that he had punched me again after that. Shhhh.) Didn’t think I’d ever do that, to be honest. I’ve done quite a lot of boxing as a part of my working out program, but I never thought I’d actually use it on a person, you know? Anyway, glad it helped.

Arriving in the lobby, I didn’t see Carol behind the check-in desk. It was one of her collegues who had taken her place. The woman told me Carol was getting ready to go home after a ‘rather rough night’. I tried not to laugh at the understatement but followed her directions when she told me where I could find the blonde.

Carol was in the staff cafeteria, sipping from what seemed a very strong coffee. I believe I’m going to need one too.

“Hey” she said sleepily when I walked in.

“Hi, good morning. Any news about last night?” I asked her immediately as I joined her at the table.

“Yeah,” she said while she poured me a cup too – I must’ve really looked like I needed one. “I told them what I saw but of course I didn’t know what had happened before I came running outside. But then I repeated the descriptions you gave me and they immediately seemed to know who I was talking about. The police have been looking for them a while now, in the last three months that gang have raped at least seven girls. So your girl… – I don’t recall either of you telling me her name?”

“Camille” I quickly added, sipping from my coffee after I had put the ice away.

“Yeah, so Camille was very lucky that you were there in time. I mean, imagine what would have happened if you hadn't been…” she wandered off.

“I'd rather not think about that.” I said while trying to block away the images of those men having their hands all over Camille. The way they had been looking so hungrily at her was just disgusting.

“Yeah sorry.” She apologized and continued her story, “So what I’m actually trying to say is, that the police have found them. Several patrol cars drove around the neighbourhood and apparently the gang hadn’t ran away that far yet, so they were able to catch them. I got a phone call at three in the middle of the night saying the police had arrested them.” A wave of relief came over me. I hope those fucking bastards end up where they belong. Prison or hell, either is fine – as long as they stay there forever.