bridges [h.s.]

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

"You," I squint my eyes at him. "What? The thank you I said to you wasn't enough?"

The owner of Redlight has been rendered speechless. His eyes dart all across my face as if trying to memorize it. I look closely into his eyes. The pale shade of green is brighter than it was last night.

"You know each other?" Louis speaks from behind me. I glance back at him.

"Not necessarily, I helped her out last night," the kidnapper finally speaks. His voice is the same as the man in the club and the man who shot the three people who captured me.

I scoff, "Help?" He rolls his eyes at my attitude.

"Did I not help you?"

"And what's this about your guest? This is how you treat your guests?" My eyebrows raise as I question him.

"Well, not usually, no." He states staring into my eyes, into my soul. He's trying to read me, but I stand my ground. I furrow my brows.

"Bella, come on. I'll find you a room upstairs," Louis announces breaking the contact between us. "Haz, you can go do whatever it is you do."

Louis grabs my hand gently and drags me away from 'Haz'. What a strange name. I wonder if it's a nickname for anything.

"What's his name, Louis?"

"Harry," he replies still looking forward.

Harry.

Such a bland name.

We arrive to a large, white door, similar to the one of the bathroom from earlier. Louis takes out a key and slides it into the slot. Once the door is unlocked, he opens it to reveal an incredible room.

The walls are a pale white, just like the rest of the house, golden accents flourish across the room. The bed is large and fluffy, multiple pillows sat on top of it. A wall-sized window leads a view of a beautiful pool and backyard. The window appears to have some doors, which lead out onto a balcony.

I know I'm going to spend a lot of time out there.

"So this is where you're going to stay, is it okay?" Louis speaks out, startling me from my thoughts.

"Yeah- it's- it's perfect," I stutter out.

"Awesome! My room is across the hall, if you need me!" He states before leaving me in the room alone.

I want to take a shower, right now.

I look around til I find a door near the corner of the room. I head over and open it to see a bathroom, bigger than the room itself.

A large glass shower is in the middle of the room, a bright white tub sat in front of it. A wall sized mirror covers the back wall, showcasing the reflection of the extravagant bathroom.

I grab the strap of my ripped dress and tug it off my bruised shoulder. I don't have to take off the other side because its already ripped off the dress. The garment falls off my body, leaving me in just my underwear.

I take a deep breath before sliding my underwear off me. I head over to the large shower, but I take a large pause.

How the fuck do you turn it on?

I fumble with controls, because yeah, it's a screen. There is no normal shower handle to turn.

How am I supposed to know what temperature to use?

I set it at 112 degrees Fahrenheit. I waited for it to heat up, as I sat on the edge of the tub. I let out a large yawn, when a small beep startles me, signaling  the shower has heated up.