survival (h.s au)


rose is a cold hearted woman doing anything for survival , but when getting caught on one of her raids she didn't expect for her captor 'harry' to be ... so unlike her in more ways than one , but it all matters if she will ever be able to let her guard down and allow her to feel anything other than numbness.


8. frustrations

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To be honest i didn't know where i was trying to storm off too , i just cant stand someone telling me what to do. Heavy footsteps could be heard behind me and i couldn't care less if he is the leader as i remind myself i am a leader of my own camp too, i have to do anything to protect them its basically what i live for. I understand why i would get some type of punishment or even death but what i cant understand is why i haven't taken a single hit , there has to be something I'm missing. I don't even acknowledge the harsh grip on my shoulder just merely stop and try to clear my head.


"you cannot storm off like that you understand? "he commands as i tiredly look over my shoulder seeing that the hut looks like a small dot from here. 'Wow i must have walked further than i thought' i think. Looking at harry now i can see no signs of the stuttering man from last night and what was it he couldn't tell me? And once again how does he know my name? All these questions are brewing in my head and I'm so very close from blurting out every single one of them but i know he wouldn't answer them anyway.

 A dull ache starts to form in my head and i can feel my frustration start to build up . Turning full around i look him dead in the eye trying to read him but its impossible usually i can tell there emotions by there stance or eyes but obviously he has built his huge steel wall back up.


"I need clothes and other things if your going to keep me caged up" i state casually . A heavy breath heaves through his body and he opens his mouth like he's about to say something but instead nods wordlessly. Following behind him i try to focus on my steps but somehow end up watching how his back muscles tense with every step he takes seeing the muscles  through his t-shirt. not that i minded.

Not long we arrive at a small building no bigger than our main base at home. I cant help but think , why haven't the rest of my army come for me? They know there duties and that's to protect each other, including me there leader. I could be dead and starting to rot already while there having a conversation over coffee, the mere thought rattled my bones. My hands works quickly looking through the bits and pieces on the shelves , so far i have hold of 3 plain shirts(to which i prefer Harrys , but of course i wont give him the satisfaction of knowing that) one pair of black ripped jeans , leggings , underwear(that i will make sure get thoroughly washed , got knows who they've been on) especially if the women are like that cow i met earlier. After collecting the clothes in my arms i look round trying to find lady products to see absolutely nothing. Turning to harry i feel no embarrassment instead bluntly go ahead and ask

"where's tampons?" to which he chokes on his spit and shifts uncomfortable on his feet. Ignoring the red flush that has now painted his cheeks i place my free hand on my hip and give him a questioning look. Scratching the back of his neck he just shrugs looking else where. My mouth falls agape. He cannot be serious can he? Am i just meant to bleed everywhere and let the Niagara falls , fall freely?

"your joking yeah?"i ask. Sheepishly shaking his head he points to something behind me as i slowly turn around as if this is a stage act , toilet roll. He pointed at bloody toilet roll. Pursed lips i pick up a roll and turn round at exactly the same pace and I'm pretty sure my reply was written all over my face.

After wasting ten minutes of bickering he finally gives in and agree to find me some from somewhere , thank the lord.


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