Degeneracy♡

chapter 4: DISTURBANCE

"All CCTV footage has been corrupted!" Vera shouts.

She has finally arrived after what has felt like a decade. I'm not allowed to leave until I give a statement apparently.  It's almost 11 o'clock at night and I'm still in this horrible place. 

"There is nothing. It stopped recording at 8.47pm and didn't start again until 9.22pm. How could this have happened? We're supposed to be high-security and someone has obviously got the better of us." She rants. "Hang on, nothing like this started happening until you got here." She points at me.

What an accusation.

"Are you accusing me of something, Miss Peterson?" I ask, shocked beyond belief. 

"Yes, actually. What a coincidence it is that we have had no problems with our technology, nor with Adam Hiltz, ever, and you come in and on your first day, a prisoner has a severe concussion and his fingers bent back, also our security camera footage is deleted?" She shouts angrily.

"Miss Peterson, I promise you I haven't done anything. I've been either with you or one of your staff members for the majority of the day. If the footage was corrupted at quarter to nine, you must remember that I was with you until 9 o'clock doing paperwork. It couldn't have possibly been me." I defend myself. 

"I caught you skulking down corridor B all by yourself today, and you took a very long time to check on the prisoners after Mr Hiltz was found. How long does it take to check on 2 or 3 prisoners? I'll answer that for you, not 15 minutes!" She practically screams at me. 

I'm 100% going to be arrested if they find out about what I'm being forced to do. 

"Let's not play the blame game here, Vera. Izzy has nothing do with it. She's too young to know how to hack into a prison's security system." 

"If we have any more problems with you, you're out and I will have you investigated myself." She sneers and walks away.

"Just ignore her, she's really territorial when people are new, give it a week and she'll be like a second mum." Tom jokes, making me feel a bit better.

Once I write my statement it's finally time to go home. Luckily, the said I didn't need to come in until mid-day tomorrow due to the extreme amount of work I had to do today. 

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"Isobel! Where have you been?! This isn't like you at all. It's almost midnight and you said you would be home at 7!" My mum tells me off. 

"It's a very long story mum. There were some problems at the prison that I had to help out with." I tell her bluntly. 

"I really don't believe you. How could you leave us to worry like that?" She shouts. 

"Here! I have a copy of the statement I had to give if you don't believe me." I pass her the bright red sheet. 

"If the incident happened at 9.02pm, what were you still doing there?" My mum interrogates me.

"I underestimated how long I would be there for. Apparently, it varies from day to day."

"I don't have time for your excuses, Isobel. I was supposed to go to your Aunty Sav's tonight to see the new baby. Night completely ruined." She says and stalks off up the stairs. Thank God my dad's on a work trip because he would have flipped.

I make my way up the stairs and into my bedroom, finally, I can relax without the reoccurring tension that I might be smacked around the head with a pool cue or taken hostage in someone's cell.

I wipe off all my makeup and get changed into a plain grey hoody and some joggers. Tramping it out is what I do. I have this thing where I can't sleep without a cup of tea; I'm such a British stereotype. 

I go back downstairs, being extra careful to be quiet because I don't want to piss my mum off any more than I already have. I make myself a cup of tea and tiptoe back up.

I notice that more door has been shut. Strange because I didn't shut it when I went down for my tea. It was probably Mum or Oliver. I pull that handle and gently kick it open, however, sat on my bed is something I didn't expect. A man. 

I drop my tea in shock. I am about to scream but then I remember that it would probably make things worse. He looks a little like Luca does. He has the same intimidating stare and 'tough guy' stance. His eyes are ice blue and he has a stubbly jaw and chin.

"Who are you?" I breathe, still clinging onto the door with fright. 

Before he opens his mouth to speak I hear footsteps coming from across the house.

"Izz? Are you okay? What was that bang?" My mother's muffled voice is heard. I quickly slam my door so that she cannot see the stranger who is sat casually on my bed. 

"Sorry, I-I dropped my tea." I stutter.

"You 'nana. Make sure you clean it up." She laughs. 

"Yep," I shout, stiffly.

I wait until she has gone back to her bedroom before I start to speak again.

"Who are you?" I repeat.

"Sebastian Hayes. I trust Luca has told you about my visit." He says, robotically. 

"How could I forget," I murmur, "How did you get in?" 

"Through your back door, you should really replace your locks my often. Took me no time to get in." He chuckles. 

The reality of the situation hits me like a tonne of bricks. This is serious. There are no guards that are going to help me now.

"Wh-what do y-you want," I ask nervously.

"Tomorrow, as soon as you see Luca, you will tell him that the snow has come from Belgium. Rob is taking care of it but has to keep switching base because of the raids in his area. He will sell most of it but can't hide the rest for long." He says, slowly. "When you have told Luca he will give you his answer and you will give that to me tomorrow night."

I take a deep breath. "Okay."

He holds out his hand for me to shake and I reluctantly take it. As his hand leaves mine, all that is left is a plastic £20 note. I look at him questioningly.

"For your lock." He smirks and takes off. 

How the hell am I going to explain that to my parents?