PRISONERS

Chapter 33

• Chapter 33 •

I quietly made my way down the stairs, making sure my slippers won't make any noise to wake anyone up. My heart was pounding louder than ever, the anxiety and stress taking over me completely as my mind went in circles. Am I doing the right thing? Am I falling straight into a trap? What will Harry do if he finds out I'm willing to snitch? Is Elijah’s plan really good? Or is he talking nonsense?

Checking both sides of the main hallway, I knew I had to be fast. Clutching the robe tightly around me, I went for the back yard. Soft candle lights lit up the beautiful mansion. My shadows passing by the walls were my only company. You're doing the wrong things, my consciousness told me. I ignored it.

Peeking by the corner of the glass doors, I checked out if there is any guard outside. Thankfully, there was no one in sight. I quietly slid open the glass door, the cold surface of the knob making me shiver. I stepped outside, the cool breeze brushing over my face. Freedom. I closed my eyes for a moment, loving the feeling of fresh air touching my skin. Oh the things we take for granted...

I closed the door behind me and slowly walked beside the white flower-covered wall, my fingers tracing the lovely, soft petals. The dim lights around the pool created a soft aura in the back yard, the flame of the candles on the coffee table trembling because of the soft wind. I stood by the corner, my eyes scanning around for Elijah. I saw him sitting at the kiosk, staring ahead at the dark view of the green land surrounding us, dressed in a plain black shirt and black jeans. I drew my way to him, stealing glances around in case this is a trap set up for me. So far, no one else seemed to be outside but us.

“Hey,” I called out softly right before I reached him, making him turn his head and look at me.

He looked behind me and around the place suspiciously, “Did anyone follow you?” he asked quietly.

“No, I didn't see anyone.” I replied, taking a seat next to him, keeping my arms wrapped around me.

“Okay.” he nodded once and slightly tugged himself further away from me. Wow, despise me a little bit more...“Did Harry mention anything about me when I left?” he asked, referring to earlier today he walked in on us.

“He wanted you to kill Crow, I told him I'll do instead.”

“Why?”

“Because I haven't heard your plan yet and I don't trust the other gang when it comes to my protection.” I replied easily, shrugging my shoulders.

His eyes widened slightly, a glow appearing in his eyes momentarily before he nodded in understanding. “He thinks I'm trying to flirt with you.” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Funny, you hate my guts.”

“I do.” he agreed, nodding, his eyes glowing yet his lips not smiling. “But when it comes to situations like this, I have to become allies with an enemy, otherwise we’re all doomed.”

“Why are you so afraid of Harry? He knows what to do, he's smart enough—,“

“His off his medication.” he cut me off firmly, giving me a stern look. “He doesn't take the pills. I told the maids to do something with his food, but he knows I would do that, so he doesn’t eat anything. That's why I'm concerned.”

Harry not taking his medication could lead to serious turn of events. He is a total maniac and he if he doesn't get the medical help he so deeply needs, God knows what he is capable of doing, not only to his enemies, but to us, too.