Repent

four

CHAPTER 4

My eyes gripped into the surface of the screen on my laptop, glued harshly onto the bright light of the screen, but not caring over the information that this one, simple device held. I knew that this was wrong, scanning over a file, over a case that wasn't mine to solve. But, this information, the curiousness was too much to pass for a long run. After, my words shared with Harry, I couldn't find a single glimpse of Ashley, through the crowded room of the cafeteria. The way he held my narrowed eyes with courage, not caring over the consequences that shooting back could take. It scared me. His uncaring behaviour, full of courage. I knew that researching this up, in this library, was a nosy behaviour. I didn't care. The way he spoke, loud and clear, but at the same time, hesitant over his words. I was determined.

The library stayed silent, quiet, no words or sounds being heard but the sound of the ticking of the clock over the silence. My eyes constantly found a way, a simple way to flutter aback in search for anything that could prove of my surrender of doing something so, nosy. I didn't find any. No footsteps. So, I continued. I could hear the murmurs from the hallways, indicating the finishing of lunch at the break room. But, I ignored my distraction, finding my way into the password of the device, and completely welcoming myself in. Every one of these computers in the room had a specific kind of password, and being the training one, I got to know each. And, here I am. Constantly searching my way through the files of thousands considered a lot of things; murderers, serial killers, bombers. All the different things that I could think of. I didn't know that I could feel so out of line of my actions. So . . . guilty.

But, again, I was determined.

Every now and then, I would get a glint of what was happening from my behind, something that I couldn't take a sight of, but the image of the computer helping me to gain a sight of the impossible. My eyes made their way back to the focused screen, eyes flicking back and forth over the loading indication, the circle rotating over and over again for the longest time that I could count of. Maybe, it was because of my need to get my information and get out! As fast as I could think of, my attention focused back onto the screen for a second, fitting back to my backwards, over the file, then back at the computer screen. I repeated the action for over five minutes before focusing my attention on the, now, loaded screen. Making my way to files, my coated nails dropped into the mouse.

Click!

It seemed like a simple actions, but the noise being made rotated, and seemed like it boomed over the space because of the quietness of the room. The way the quiet, silenced mouse made a single sound that had me jumping out of my boots. The file was, now, taken into my hands, the tips of my fingernails skimming over the rough ridges of the binder. I had Harry's, and his mum's. His sister's were not given to me right now, but I made a promise to get it as soon as I could. The way one of his words had struck me, so simply. Yes, I knew. He had said to me through gritted teeth. How could you know and not make a move about it? To just continue watching your mum drive out with skimpy, little outfits? It was . . .disturbing.

HARRY STYLES. His simplest name was formed onto the surface of thin sheet of paper, an image of his printed onto the side of her information. I made sure to only catch a glimpse of his name, and features for what I was going to gain a sight of on the screen's file. Anne Styles was next. The way she looked so responsible, professionalized. I knew this was the day that her husband still remained with her, the day that she didn't sell her body, or do drugs with older men. Over and over again, Harry's tone kept replaying in my head with no care. With an insensitivity tone; I ignored the way he yelled at me after I demanded for other answers. But after minutes of silence; I left.

Every alphabet of her name were typed smoothly into the screen, lingering to the keyboards, my eyes scanned the words that popped up after they were given the information. Every aspect of her information were given, lingering in my mind. I squinted my eyes over the light of the screen in my image, affecting my sightings. The way that the words were lightly murmured off my mouth were almost heard through the tight, quiet space of library. One simple information had my scrolling halted, eyes sprinting from left to right at the information.