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.


9. not home



A harsh knock on the hut door wakes me up , as you can guess I'm back on the cold floor luckily this time to at least have a blanket that filled my frame. Groaning i pull the new grey cottoned fabric over my head trying to go back to sleep and ignore the light beaming through the thin curtains. There is one thing i hate is light when I'm trying to sleep, its always been a no go area if its not pitch black i cant sleep so when i was back home at my camp i would always stay with Zac and somehow he lulled me to sleep whether it was with his daft jokes and stories or his stories of what he we would do if we lived in a different world and compared to life those stories always sounded like a fairy-tale. My eyes still clenched closed i hear the harry huff a breath and what i assume to be getting up and then the creak of the door opening. Giving up on sleep i nosily squint over my blanket only seeing my captors back and the top of blonde hair. While he's still facing away from me i silently get up and stretch heading over to my pile of clothes that i got yesterday and have yet to put away, i was gonna ask to put them in one of the draws but with Harrys mood last night i decided against it.


Slipping on a nearly identical version of my leggings i already own , minus the holes, i look through the small selection of tops holding it against my now topless figure. One word :uncomfortable is how they look. I need to be able to move around freely and not worry about buttons getting caught. Huffing under my breath i eye his small wardrobe thinking of the top i pinched yesterday , another one wont matter will it? Dropping the shirt i walk over to the wooden medium sized doors clad in only leggings and the same black bra that's a tad bit small as i can feel the straps dig into my shoulder , oh the joys of being a women. Opening it up my confusion reaches its peak , where the bloody hell have the clothes gone? Did he move them or something? Practically stomping over to where curlys still stood back facing me chatting away i shove him a bit harder than necessary as he stumbles forward. Both men swing around to meet my frustrated gaze but instead of demanding what i was doing there gazes go to my chest and like commercial puppet there mouths go agape and eyes wide. For god sake have they not seen a bra before or something? I've never been insecure i practically walked around my home in my underwear when it got to hot 'but this isn't home is it?' my subconscious snarks .


"what are you doing? Where's your top?" his demands are a second to late as the blonde from the day i got tied up ogles , toby was it? Meeting his now glare as he composes himself i sigh remembering my task at hand.

"I need a t-shirt and yours where gone." i state as confusions flickers his eyes.

"I don't want to wear the ones i got yesterday there uncomfortable i want one of your but there not there." i nearly stomp my foot knowing fully well how much of a brat i sound like right now. Trying to keep his eyes to mine harry clears his throat nodding to him self but i can see the amusement he has right now.

"its wash day so there getting washed there's a plain black one in the bedside draw you can use that one." giving a mock salute to the man and gaping fish i nearly run back in side , all this fuss for a goddamn top.

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