His Girl

chapter 11

Harper
I woke in my bed which was wierd because I dont remember going to bed, come to think of it how did I get in here. I look down and see that my clothes are still on, which calms me down slightly. I look at the time and see it is 7am, I decide that i should make him breakfast after all it was part of my job. I got up and quickly showered and changed, before heading downstairs.
Making breakfast was easy, I made him a plate of eggs, bacon and toast. While plating it he appeared.
"Sleep well"? He asked and I nod. Oh shit, I broke a rule.
"Yes, sir" I reply quickly trying to cover up my mistake. He doesnt respond to my mistake instead he grabs his food and sits down. I had learnt a few days ago that unless I eat I wasnt allowed to leave the kitchen so I make myself some cereal and sit down. "You know you can eat what I eat" he says looking at my cereal in disapproval. "Yes sir" I reply, I dodnt feel comfortable eating and he wanted me to eat like he does. At meal times I would eat little, sometimes he would make me eat whatever he was having however I made sure to only give myself the smallest portion possible. "Harper you are way to thin, you need to take better care of yourself" he said. Thin? I have put lots of weight on since being here. I was more fat than I was thin. I have eaten do much that I'm still suprised he hasnt punished me for eating. "How often did you eat before" he asks. I gulp, maybe I just jinxed it. Once he finds out, he will realise hes over feeding me and limit my food to scraps. "It just depended on the day, usually it was every few days, sir" I reply and he looks angry. Here it comes, I've eaten too much. "And what is it that you ate" he asks in a forced tone. "Scraps, sir"
His eyes seemed to darken and his fists clenched. This was it. I braved myself for a beating but it never came. "I wont be back tonight" he said and got up and left.
James
Scraps. They gave her fucking scraps. I was beyond pissed off. How dare they starve her. "I wont be back tonight" I say and storm out. I grab my gun from the cupboard which is locked and then leave the house. I was going to kill the fuckers. My twisted thoughts of torturing them were soon interrupted by my phone.
"What" I shout not holding back my annoyance.
"We got Smith, you want us to leave him for you, or start without" Logan says and a grin appears.
Smith you will be a fun toy to relieve my anger on.
Smith was a traitor, he sold us out a few months back and we have been working to catch him after finding it was him who was the traitor. He was long gone before we could confront him though.
"I'll be there in 20 minutes"