I grabbed Roberts keys from his belt and quickly shoved them in a little hole in the wall, along with the keys I found in Mr. Coleman's office earlier today. Robert didn't have any time to lock the cell door, so it was left wide open.
Earlier when we were walking down the hallway I took note of where the supply closet was just in case I needed it. Right now, I needed it to hide Roberts body in. He said that everybody was at lunch but there are always a few guards down here to check on me because I never eat. Their food here tastes like absolute shit, so I just decided to give up on it all together.
I glanced at Roberts body that was in the middle of my cell floor. Shit. I heard footsteps making their way to where I was. Robert didn't look like he was heavy so I grabbed his feet and dragged him to the corner of my cell.
The footsteps got closer and I realized the door was still wide open.
"Oh for fuck sake." I muttered to myself, making my way over to the door.
I quickly but quietly shut the door and leaned up against it, hanging my hands out of two of the bars. To open my door you have to unlock it then push inwards, so me leaning on it would prevent it from creaking open.
The guard that always walks around down here to check on me when everyone is eating stopped a few feet away from me. He always looked scared of me, I liked it. Nobody would ever fuck with me because they're afraid I'll do what I did to my father and Robert, to them.
He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly. I tilted my head and gave a confused look.
"What were you going to say?" I asked kindly.
I knew that being a dick was only going to keep me here longer, so I played it cool. I was only a dick to Robert because killing him was part of my plan all along. He was the beginning to my escape, and right now, it was all falling into place just the way I planned.
"I just came to tell you what time it is." I could tell he was lying to me.
"I don't like it when people lie to me." I said in a monotone voice.
"I-I swear Mr. Styles, I wasn't."
I could tell that I intimidated him.
"Anyways," I started, "so, what time is it mate?"
No fucking shit.
"Pft, I know that. How far into lunch is it?"
"Uhm.... There's thirty minutes left, Mr. Styles."
"Great. Now can you do me a huge favour?"
He went silent. I knew he was thinking about something.
"Does it involve letting you out?" He finally questioned.
I shook my head, a bit of my hair fell in front of my eyes. I swiftly brushed my fingers through it, tucking it back.
"So, you gona do it?"
He gave a quick nod and gave me a 'keep talking' look.
"Ok here's what you have to do..." I paused. "You and everybody else have got to stop calling me Mr. Styles. My fucking name is Harry. I was given it for a reason and that reason it to be called by it. Understood?"
"Y-yes Mr. S-" I shot him a death glare. "I-I mean.. Harry, I understand.
"Now leave." I ordered.
Surprisingly he turned around and listened to what I had told him. That never happens around here. I guess I had really scared him.
Once I saw the guard leave the area, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.
"Back to the plan." I said to myself.
I snatched the Roberts keys from the wall and observed each key. There was one key in particular that I needed. I held one of the keys up to the light and brushed off some dirt that was laying on the surface. Engraved on the key was a word in tiny silver letters that read "supply".
Just what I needed.
I opened the door just enough for me to look out of. The hallway was empty and nothing was making a noise. My eyes landed on the supply closet door just down the hall.
I put the key between my teeth since I didn't have any pockets.
Once again, I grabbed Robert by the legs and hauled him effortlessly down the hall. The only sound around was the sound of Roberts clothes dragging on the concrete. I wasn't worried about anybody coming down here because I was "locked safely away in my cell" ...so they thought.
What they didn't know was that I had killed Robert and I'm on my way to stuff him in a closet.
"I'm going to get out of here." I whispered to myself.
Finally approaching the supply closet I dropped Roberts legs on the floor and fumbled with the door knob, shoving the key in it.
I was surprised by what I saw in there. This wasn't the kind of supply closet I thought it would be. There were shelves with whips, chains, tasers, and every other torture device you could think of!
The closet was small, but big enough to fit about 3 people in. I exited the room and took Robert by the legs again and quickly stuffed his body into the closet. I checked the hallways once again looking both ways and saw nobody.
I went back into the closet and locked the door behind me.
Was this chapter absolute shit?
Should I keep writing?