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Italics are memories :) 2160 Words!
"It seems to be working, whatever your plan was" Jake walked over leisurely, his limp prominently showing from the bullet wound in which you had inflicted earlier that evening. Harry turned his head to the screen, his chin lounged on the tips of his fingers as his eyes trailed down to your figures.
"Indeed it is." Tom had his back facing the camera, fists being thrown past his head and propelling back down to what was in his hands, looking to be you. From what Harry could see he was beating you to a pulp, not exactly what he had asked for but he was inflicting pain and that's all Harry wanted. However, he was completely unaware of the game that had just begun, and most importantly, he was so unaware of how far he was behind.
"Okay now drop me" you mumbled, lips slightly ajar and mouth pulsating from the accidental hits when Tom's hand would come too close. Tom nodded in response and dropped your body down to the floor. You whimpered in pain, making Tom's heart jump lightly but you gave a look of reassurance.
Your plan was to make it seem as though Tom had done what Harry had asked after you had explained what Harry had told you about you being the cause of Tom's final breath. So, you had conjectured to consoling into his plans until the moment was right, and you would get out of here alive. Which in retrospect, was a huge risk and personally very stupid as you still were unaware as to why the fuck you were in the position, period.
The chamber door opened and qued in your time to relax, slowing down your heartbeat with long and deep breaths to imitate that you had been knocked out. You lay your cheek against the cold concrete flooring as you heard a faint struggle in front of you, without opening your eyes. You presumed Tom was being removed from the room before a pair of unknown hands picked you up and soon you were being carried someplace back down the hallway yet again. It had been nothing but in and out of rooms lately and you were honestly getting sick of it. Harry sure was a confusing guy.
The sound of your own jagged heartbeat kept your comfort at bay as the steps echoed around the tight hallways. There wasn't a moment that had passed yet where you had been able to completely relax, and for some reason being in this mans arms your body untensed, your blood flow slowing down and eventually settling under your skin. Your hair was messy, and would occasionally hit your back sending shivers down your spine from the fine hairs bringing out the goosebumps. Overall you were moderately overwhelmed, having someone you had trusted go a few rounds on your cheeks.
Your mind began to settle, everything running in slow motions as steps began to repeat themselves, memories and moments flashing backwards, hands running cold from the blood flowing in it's reversed order. You somewhat suddenly became truly knocked out of your senses, thinking back to when everything seemed simple...
Your delicate fingers traced over the golden sun-kissed plastic rainbow unicorn night light that sat on your window sill, watching the rain pass by through the clouds in a milk haze. The trees in the background cast shadows and the only pain was the numbing in your feet from standing on the hardwood floor or the chill that spiked at your skin from the open window. The only noise that came was the occasional knock or click from your mother cooking downstairs, or your father flicking his paper. Apart from that, you were completely alone in your thoughts.
