Take Me To Church » Kit Walker

† Skinny Love

6.

As Luke walked me back to my cell, I was surprised that he didn't speak a word to me. I held onto my right arm as we strolled down the cold corridors, and kept my distance from him. God knows what he could do now since we were alone. He opened my cell door, pushed me inside, and slammed it once I entered. What was that all about?

I barely could think after what happened to Kit. I couldn't believe he was punished and not me. He didn't have to defend me, I could take a few lashes or something like that. I already have so many times before. It made me feel cared for knowing he trying to protect me. My thoughts drifted away slowly as I felt my eyelids become heavy. It has been a long day. I let them close over my eyes and hoped I would at least get some sleep this night.

When I wouldn't get out of bed the next morning, a guard dragged me back to the common room. I was pushed to the floor roughly and I received many looks from the other patients. I breathed heavily, staring down at the ground as the guard opened the door and walked out of the room. Everyone went back to what they were doing before, and I scanned the room for any sight of Lana or Grace. Just then, I saw her running towards me. Lana.

"Hope!" She exclaimed, helping me up from the ground. "What happened last night? Where did you go afterward? Grace and I were looking everywhere for you and Kit."

"We were caught, Lana. Kit was put into isolation for two days and given more electric shock therapy," I said, running a hand through my hair.

"What about you?" she chewed on her chapped lower lip.

"Sister Jude let me go this one time."

"Then you're pretty damn lucky, Prescott."

"What about you and Grace?" I asked her.

"We were seen by some guards, but they mistook us for two other patients and they were punished instead of us. So, we ran back into the common room, hoping no one would notice we were gone. Can I just say, that was a hell of a night, right?"

"That was a bloody insane and risky plan of yours. I swear Dr. Arden saw Kit and me," I replied. Lana laughed softly. I tried to keep my straight face as I arched my eyebrow at a laughing Lana, only to give in and laugh along with her.

"Well then. We'll just have to figure out something else."

"Another plan?" I said and Lana gave me a duh-what-do-you-think-I-meant? kind of look.

"Kit got into so much trouble for me just from this first time. I'm not going to risk getting him into more," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Suit yourself. You and Kit don't have to come. Grace and I will find a way, and once you decide if you're gonna help or not, come to me," Lana said and walked past me.

What was I going to do now? Should I help Lana with this second death wish of hers?

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I walked into the common room and smoothed down my shirt. Kit was let out of isolation today, so he told me to meet up with him in the common room. I saw a mop of brown hair and a blue jacket when I walked in. I smiled when I noticed it was him. He was sitting alone at a small table, a board game in front of him, his brows pulled together in concentration. I approached him, and he glanced upwards with a smile.

"Hey, Hope."

"Hi, what game are you playing?" I asked, tilting my head to get a better view.

"Chess, but it's pretty boring since I have no opponent at the moment... Care to play with me?" He asked me with a small grin.

"Sure. It's just-- I don't know how to." I sat down across from him and fiddled with my fingers.

Kit just chuckled. "No need to worry, I'll teach you."

I ended up winning the game, surprisingly. I wasn't sure if I did that all on my own or if Kit was just trying to let me win because he was feeling nice, but that wasn't important. I had won my first time playing chess ever.

"How did you do that?" Kit questioned when we finished the game, his eyes widened in shock and surprise.

"I don't know. Luck?" I shrugged my shoulders. "So, how was confinement?"

"Boring, per usual. I did nothing but stare at a blank wall the whole time. All though I spent most of my time just thinking."

"What were you thinking about?"

"How life used to be before I admitted, my house, the sun, you, the rain, how I would ever escape this place. stuff like that." Kit replied. You.

"You thought of me?" I said with a small smile. What was he thinking and why about me? Many different kinds of thoughts floated inside my mind as I looked into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Yeah." Kit nodded, and we sat there in silence until I spoke up.

"So, what game next?

"Ever played Go Fish?" he asked me, and I grinned.

"Ever played Go Fish? I'm only the best at that game."

"Oh really?" Kit raised his eyebrow, and I nodded.

"Let's see how you do against me. Warning, I'm not that bad myself." Kit began to shuffle the cards and spread them about the table.

"Don't get your hopes up, Prescott."

"Right back at you," I said in reply as he dealt out seven cards for each of us.

"Wait, before we start, we need to decide what the loser will have to do," I said with a light laugh. "But since you'll obviously lose.."

"Whoever said I would lose? And whoever does... Will have to kiss the winner," Kit said with a wink of his eye and nudged my arm.

"Kit Walker!" I gasped and jabbed my elbow into his side loosely and he chuckled. "What about the guards and--"

"Who cares about them?" He grinned.

"You're so difficult," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose and letting out a small sigh. "Fine. it's a done deal."

As I looked at Kit, I stared at his features. His pushed-back brown hair, his chocolate-hued eyes, his dimples, and I smiled. I finally realized that I did I had feelings for him even though we were still trying to get to know each other. And I knew now of all the trouble he would soon get me into.