bridges [h.s.]

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

After Harry left me in the room they gave me, I cried. A lot.

My life has changed more in the course of 24 hours than it has ever before.

Apparently now, I am a part of a gang, I don't even know the name of it.

What do people in gangs even do? I know they deal with drugs, but what else?

I didn't sleep a wink last night, my mind was racing about what was to come the next day. Not just the training, but Heather.

What was I supposed to tell her? How am I supposed to tell the only person I've ever truly cared for 'goodbye'? And for how long?

I don't want this to be my forever. I want a real life.

If this is it, then I will never find love and get married, never have kids, never experience life the way I want. I won't graduate college, I won't have anything.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, maybe I can get some rest before 'training' starts.

About four seconds pass before a loud knock is heard on my door.

My eyes shoot open as I turn my head to look at the clock next to the bed.

7:02.

Fuck.

"Get the hell up!" Harry's loud voice is heard on the opposite side of the door.

I quickly throw the covers off my body and head straight to the bathroom to relieve myself. Once I exit the bathroom, I can see Harry sprawled out on the bed.

His long hair has been put up in a small bun behind his head, he's wearing athletic shorts and a random white t-shirt. He looks over at me.

"Oh good, you're done!" He claps his hands together and shoots up from the bed. "C'mon!"

I decide to not question anything and just follow him. We head down the regular stairs and down a long hallway that I've never seen before. We arrive at another set of stairs that lead down to another unknown level.

We reach a large in-home gym that I could only imagine owning at some point.

I really hope he isn't expecting me to exercise without a bra. The girls don't stay in place that well without support.

He waved me over to another door. Once I reach him he opens it and I'm met with a large locker room.

We both enter the room and he leads me to a small black locker with my name on it.

Bella.

"What is this for?" I look up at him with curiosity.

Instead of answering me, he hands me a lock and opens the locker. Inside there is a set of leggings, a shirt, a sports bra, and some tennis shoes.

"Get dressed. You have five minutes." He states before walking out leaving me there alone.

I quickly rip of my shirt and throw on all the new stuff that was given to me.

Everything weirdly fit perfectly.

I quickly head out of the locker room to see Harry punching a large sand bag hanging from the ceiling.

You know, if he didn't kidnap me, he would be really hot.