PRISONERS

Chapter 55

• Chapter 55 •

After watching the sky bleed color and the stars appear numbly under the dust-coloured heavens, I felt torn. Lying down in bed with my eyes closed and a heavy mind, I felt more lonely than ever. I haven't spoken to anyone after I flipped them all 5 hours ago, prefering to stay in my room and prepare myself for the time I have to escape this shit place. I need all the rest and peace I need to make it through.

Two knocks came on the door. The doorknob twisted but whoever was outside couldn't get in, since I locked. The knocks got harder but I didn't move. It's probably Bon, pressuring me to eat something, he will go away in a few seconds because he doesn't have the patience for this type of shit. The knock turned into a loud kick, which made me jump and turn around.

“Fine! Stop it!” I yelled exasperatedly and got off the bed, heading for the door.

Rocket appeared behind it, looking impatient and annoyed, a perplexed emotion swimming under his irises.

“What is it?” I growled, glaring at him.

“Mr.Styles is asking for your companionship on the roof. If you could kindly —,“

“Fuck off —,“

Just as I was about to close the door, he used his large hand and shoved it open, making me shriek as he dove inside with anger radiating off of his body. I gasped as he pushed me by the shoulder inside the room, his body strong and huge compared to my petite feminine one.

“What the hell Rocket!” I yelled angrily, moving backwards.

“Mr.Styles is in a serious condition right now and he fucking needs you!” he snapped back, the pleasure of having the chance to do so clear over his face. If Harry was present, Rocket would've never spoke to me like that. “All he asks is your company. Be a little more grateful after everything he's done for you.” he added viciously, eyes judging me.

“He killed innocent children!” I shouted, throwing my hand towards the door.

“Oh don't act so innocent, we all know what you did to that prostitute!” he shot back quickly, scowling at me.

Heat roamed through my chest and cheeks but no guilt panged at my heart over what I did to that girl. Cold sweat tricked over my neck when I realized how careless I feel over a lost life that suffered under my hands.

We are so the same.

I looked at Rocket with an undistinguished expression, my body boiling with anger and anticipation. He stared down at me, eyes daring me to do something wrong. By the way he stared, I knew he was thinking of ways to drag me up the stairs without harming me.

“Why does he want me there?” I forced through clenched teeth, keeping my eyes hard on him.

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

“I fucking don't actually.”

“Then go figure it out.”

With a loud huff and a puff of my chest, I pushed past him and walked out of the room, my glare burning the faces of each bodyguard I passed, not giving a damn about their cold expressions or little whispers. I have had enough of this bullshit, there's no time for me to waste on pointless discussions over anarchy and stupid empires. However, a hidden part of me still wants to know why Harry is calling for me.

Climbing up the cold stairs and heading for the roof, I felt my body tremble from the chilly air that came in through the door. A gray wall and the thick darkness of the sky was the first things I was when I reached the top stair, ready to face Harry face to face. I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, the wind blowing at my face harshly.