Petals For Armour | r.r

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"Get away from the door!"

"Get back! Now!"

Everything was so loud. The pounding and screaming. The whistles and shouting. I couldn't feel anything. I was in shock. The sounds all blurred into one and faded out. I felt as if I walked down the white hallway in slow motion.

The hand pushing harshly on my shoulder never left it's spot. Fumbling over myself as the hands reached out for me.

"Get back!" Their voices boomed at the desperate hands.

It all came back as the metal cage opened. I was placed inside.

"Face the wall and back up." The guard ordered. "Put your hands through the hole here. Do not turn around."

I did as he said. I walked back wards until I hit the cold metal bars. I place my hands through the small rectangle. I could hear the cuff key unlocking my wrists. They were roughly pulled off.

My hands swung free and fell down to their normal spot beside my hips.

"Do not turn around until I say."

I could hear footsteps and the guards mumbling to each other. The door slid closed and slammed abruptly, making me jump. They quickly walked away leaving me alone with the screaming.

"Aye, yo! They brought us some ass!"

"Fuck you doin' in here, blondie?"

"Why don't you stop by later and see me?!"

I backed myself up against the brick wall. It was smooth and painted white. I traced the initials written on it. 'R.R'.

How did this all happen?

"Ha! Yes, call him back!" My best friend Kate laughed.

We were walking from a movie back to our shared apartment. I had recently met this guy. He was nice, met him on Tinder.

"I'm so nervous to! He wants to meet up but, I don't know." I never really liked meeting new people. You never really know.

"I'll put on a fake moustache and follow you on your date.. just in case."

I looked at her with dead-panned eyes. "You've got to be joking."

"C'mon, A.J! You'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?"