Repent

three

CHAPTER 3

It was day three. Day three of him being here, day three of my turn with him, day three that I get to hear his story over again. I was slightly hesitating of swinging open that door and entering to be met, again, with his stubborn figure hidden behind the shadows. The way he never spoke another word after telling me that his mom was a, a. . .prostitute bothered me to no ends. It was like after his words, his repentance, that he kept quiet, not daring to let out anymore information in the sack that stored pages and pages of secrets. After my time with him, in silence, I went to lunch, making my way down the halls of the centre. I never felt safe when making my way down any hallways that led to part of closed doors of the centre, just knowing that a criminal or a bomber was just behind those doors was enough to make me shiver to no ends at the thought.

"How . . .was it yesterday?" The tensed up tone of Ashley's appeared from behind my trembling figure, enough to make me cower bsck in fear. She, mockingly giggled from my view, eyes squinting together forming the wrinkles and crinkles that appeared at the sides of her eyes, my answer being a simple scowl from my annoyed features. The heels of my boots skidded agaimst the cold tiled floor of the centre, Ashley's own just heard hot on my heels. "Was he annoying as I thought he will be?"

Her question was desperately questioned, my only answer being a simple nod, as I reeled over the words that Harry had proved to me last afternoon, my insides twisting in an uncomfortable way at the thought of your lovable parents seeking some money, a part of their innocence being taken as a reward for the money or as a 'thank you'. She was a prostitute. He had made out clearly, and she still was owning that title by my research last night, scampering the streets of the city, in need for money while her son was locked up in jail, for attempt murder. The only answer I needed right now was the location of his blood; his sister.

This wasn't even my case to solve.

I nodded. "I just got a little information out of him, concerning his mother, after that . . .he just sat silent, staring at the wall," I added in a judgemental way, my mind reeling over the possibilities of just an answer being revealed from his mouth, one simple answer that could give us a piece of information; right now, we didn't have a single one. "He's mum gave her body to any type of male or female, as long as she got some money. That happened even before his sister came to earth," I made sure to make my last part as clearly as I wanted her to know his words to me; last afternoon.

She nodded in confirmation, tongue poking out to swipe against the rim of her lips, seemingly in deep thought. "We ran through his file, last night, just to make a point that he did have some kind of 'I hate the world' problem. It took us over six pages of skimming of his file to understand that he had nothing of the sorts. It was . . .confusing,"

It was confusing. The simple things to judge about someone and send them to where they belonged didn't come so easy for Harry. We could be by the court, right now, standing in front of hundreds to testify the information that we had gained through researches of who Styles was, but no, he stayed locked into a cell for the simplest time that we had to judge about our thoughts, and what we thought about him. I felt bad for who his judge was going to be, to defend him for all the bad that he had been doing through his young ages. I found out that this wasn't the first crime that he had proceeded for the most of the while, and that scared me.

"It was probably just a misunderstanding. I am sure that they have to be some kind of prove that he is going through something in life that made him take the life of others," my hands skimmed over the length of my jeans, still feeling the coolness of the weather through the material of my jeans, the way that I had my eyes narrowed into my step, like some kind of investigator that was in deep business when this, wasn't even my case; it was Ashley's, but I couldn't be surprised of finding Harry in a coma after one of their meetings.