Open Your Eyes \\ Harry Styles

Chapter 7

Emerson's POV

"Don't look so down, Honey. It's not too bad where were going" she said adding to the string of lies.

Lies.

Lies.

Lies.

The whole damn ten minutes of this lousy ass car trip she had been peeping at me through the rear view mirror thinking she was sneaky.

But she wasn't, because out of the corner of my eye I could see her smile falter when I just nodded or ignored her and I could practically hear the cogs turning noisily in her head and her nails tapping nervously as she drove.

Almost as if she feared me.

But what could I do? Pull her weave off?

By 'she' I didn't mean Melissa Harvey.

No, Melissa sent a young blonde girl who looked like the had one to many orange ice blocks smeared across her face.

She's a bit dumb if you ask me.

Pretty, but dumb.

"Were here! You can hop out now!" She said.

When she said hop out she meant the two large men that were squishing me in the middle of the seat were going to drag me out whole she ran away and alarmed every one of a new patients arrival.

More like warned them.

As the guard grabbed my arm which was covered by the long sleeve, white shirt I was wearing, I laughed.

His eyes shot to me and widened.

I just continued to laugh.

"Fuck, they're all crazy" he murmured to himself.

See. Even this man thinks your crazy.

"I'm not crazy" I said calmly not talking to the man but to the voice.

"That's what they all say" he said more to himself than to me.

"Welcome to the Rehabilitation and Mental Institution" a loud speaker blurted.

"Before you go into the conference room, everyone empty their pockets. That includes cellphones, pocket knives, nail clippers, sprays or oils, medication or prescriptions and weapons of any kind, thank you" The loud speaker had a women's voice in a flat tone.

Behind you, Child.

"Empty your pockets unless you want to be searched" the man said.

What's his name, Dear? Does it begin with 'S'? Like... 'S' for Sinner?

I read his name tag.

Sean.

Just like your Daddy. Sean? Shawn? Shaun? Same thing, right? Doesn't matter Child. Once a Sinner always a Sinner. Just. Like. Your. Daddy. Slapping you around like the little whore you are. Want this man to do that? Take a look at his face, take a good look in his eyes and see the darkness.

"Well, Sean. I have nothing in my pockets...." I said trying not to chuckle as his eyes followed my hand that was going into my front pocket.

His eyes widened as I watched them.

Dark eyes. Dark, dark eyes. You're capable of more than you think. Make them pay for putting you in here. Make them pay.

"Oh" I smirked as I felt something.

New found courage fed through my brain.

Scare him, nothing but a little fright, My Dear. You'll know when to hit hard.