Degeneracy♡

chapter 10: MONSTROUS

Yesterday was probably the best day I've ever had at the prison. Luca and I ended up getting on well in the end. Vera was in a good mood. Tom was as chirpy as ever and Mr Hewitt didn't have any sarcastic comments to make about me. 

But it won't last. It's too good to be true. My day has already got off to a pretty bad start. 

I woke up at around 3 am to the sound of rustling in my room. At first, I thought maybe Sebastian had come back. But, no. It was my brother. Completely arseholed. 

My brother really isn't like that. Usually, he is very sensible indeed. Too busy to drink and when he does he will have no more than two pints.

Tonight he managed to wander into my room wearing nothing but a baggy Hawaiian shirt and a sailor's hat, try and brush his teeth with an eyelash curler. Then when I lured him out of my room he got about a metre down the corridor, tripped over his own feet and pulled down a curtain rail.

I had to wake up my two very angry parents who apparently had to carry him into his bed and stay with him until he was sober enough to be independent. They spent three hours making sure he didn't choke whilst he was passed out.

This means that I couldn't get a lift to work. So running on 4 hours sleep, I had to catch the bus and miss my stop. 

I am literally sprinting through the prison gates with about 30 seconds to spare. I jog up the stairs and burst into the staff room, panting. 

"My my, someone's a bit topsy-turvy today." Vera chuckles.

"Just. One. Of. Those. Days." I say between pants.

"Yes, well your day is about to get better. We're having a few changes in the office. Mr Hewitt and Miss Oake are swapping offices since Miss Oake never bloody turns up. She can't be trusted to do the paperwork of some highly dangerous prisoners! I don't know why management hired her in the first place." Vera rants. "Anyway, so you will be taking all her files and putting them into Mr Hewitt's office," Vera says a little too enthusiastically. 

"Yay," I say, bluntly.

"Get cracking because it will take a long time," Vera says. 

I make my way up the stairwell up to the floor four offices. Yes, floor four prisoners literally have to have a special administrator to do their paperwork because they're that complex. 

Just as I am about to enter Miss Oake's office, a hand grips my hip and pulls me straight into the storeroom, making me jump out my skin. I turn quickly, to see that it's just Luca. 

"You've got to stop doing that," I tell him, breathily. 

He looks very angry for some reason. His eyes are almost jet black and veins are popping out his forehead. His jaw and fists are clenched.

"Are you okay?" I ask, cautiously. 

He chuckles darkly. "Am I okay? Are you fucking serious?!" he spits.

"W-what's wrong?" I stutter. 

"What's wrong is that you have been fucking snitching on me to head management! Meaning that my sentence could be lengthened by another fucking year!" He shouts extremely loudly, making me cower back. 

"I-I promise I haven't said a-anything," I say, tears welling up in my eyes. 

"I don't fucking believe you." He growls, punching the wall next to my head. 

He seems to get angrier by the second and I have no idea what to do. I haven't a clue what he's talking about. 

"Maybe, I should teach you a lesson." He smirks, evilly. Moving closer to me. 

"What do you mean?" I ask, tearfully. 

He chuckles again at my naivety. Moving even closer forward so our bodies are touching. I feel incredibly claustrophobic. He pushes my hips back so I am even more pressed up against the wall. I look down in shame. 

He's so close I can feel his breath. 

"You really don't know who you're messing with." He growls.

"Stop," I tell him, but he doesn't listen.

"I can't have you jeopardising my future." He whispers, his fingers digging painfully into my hips. 

"No!" I tell him, strongly and kick his shin so he moves out of my way. 

I sprint back down the stairs and safely into the staff room where Vera looks up from her desk, startled.

"What's wrong, Isobel?" She asks, concerned.

"I-I-I feel sick." I lie, tears welling up once again. "I really don't think I'm well enough to work," I tell her. 

"In what way? Your placement is nearly over now, you can't really afford to miss a day because it will mess with your overall feedback and poten-" 

"P-please." I sob, breaking in front of her. 

"Oh! Isobel, what's wrong?" She asks, rubbing my arm. 

"I-I just..." I start.

"I do think you should go home. We've been hard on you the last few days and it's a lot on the shoulders of a nineteen-year-old. You have a nice rest, call a taxi home." She tells me and offers to pay, but I refuse to let her. This is my problem. 

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I get home to find no one in. This is a good thing because I can re-evaluate my decisions without the constant nagging and questioning. Why would Luca think I was snitching on him this late into our plan? I'm free of him in four days. Or am I? Then his voice comes into my head:

  "If you ever mess with anything that's mine on my turf again, I swear to God I will fucking kill you."  

That's what he said to the prisoner who attacked me. What does he mean 'his'? Did he mean the people working for him? Or was it something deeper? All I know that my brain is completely scrambled and I am in desperate need to make up for the hours I lost last night. 

  ♡ hi hi. i've decided I am going to update every wednesday from now. just to make things better organised, etc. ♡