HOLLY'S POV
Well, this...this is an ugly-ass cell. The bed is moldy which complements the wall nicely as the mold on the walls is a deep green shade. The sink and toilet look as if rats and raccoons sleep there at night. And the smell, the smell is disgusting. It has a moldy scent mixed with barf and a scent of blood. This is going to be a terrible week.
The walk down here was even worse. Dante stayed by my side the whole time while we passed different cells that were occupied. Most of the men and women in these cells paid little attention to me except a few who would occasionally catcall or whistle. Dante would shoot a warning glare and direct me down the hall.
When we got to the last cell it was by far the best of the bunch, it was a bit cleaner but still could use a lot of work. I had a neighbour beside me. A tall female smiled at me but went back to rinsing her cut that is located on her forearm, it looks as if she got stabbed.
Dante opened the cell door with a squeak. I beg him with my eyes to reconsider this punishment, but I know it is not his decision to make. Dante gives me a sad smile as he directs me in. I checked my surroundings and was not pleased. I sat down with precaution as I directed my gaze to Dante who was leaning against the cell door. Dante is definitely a handsome man, he is tall, has a good face structure, and has great eyes.
"It will be over before you know it" Dante tries to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, and when it is over, I will escape once again" I hope he knows the saying 'a tiger can't change its stripes' because I will never stop escaping.
"We know that. He knows that. But... Please try. Please try for him. He really needs you" Dante whispers the last part, afraid as if Elijah will punish him for this information.
"Needs me? Are you fucking on drugs? He doesn't care for me, and if he does, why lock me down here" I use my hands to exaggerate my point.
"Because he is teaching you a lesson. He loves you, Holly, he told me on the first night you stayed. He pays more attention to you than any of his friends or even his work. When you were with Blade, he couldn't go back to Italy until he found you, and during that week he was a mess and killed over ten people, innocent or not" my body freezes as he says 'innocent'
"H-he...he killed innocent people?" My voice was soft and squeaky, I was surprised he could hear me.
"I-I wasn't supposed to tell you" Dante whispers to himself. I can't even look at his face as he tries to explain himself and Elijah.
"Please get out. Leave me alone" I sniffle as my voice begins to break. Dante doesn't say another word as he closes and locks the moldy cell door. He looks up from the lock and gives me a sad smile. When he turns to walk away his face is void of any emotions as he walks down the cold cellular hallway.
"You two friends?" A female voice breaks through my thoughts. I look over to my right to see my neighbouring cell. A tall female with a kind smile is resting against the cell bars that separate our living space.
"Nope" I adjust myself on the uncomfortable bed as I bring the small cloth, which I suppose is a blanket, over top of my lap.
"Do you know... the big man?" She questioned as the light from the small window illuminates her facial features. Her skin is a little patchy as small smudges of dirt are illustrated on her face. She looks to be in her late 20's. Her eyes are as brown as the last leaf of autumn.
"Big man?" I asked confused, is she referring to Elijah?
"You know, Mr. Luciano. I heard you and that Dante guy discussing how he, like, killed innocent people '' I can't see this woman's face as the lighting in this room is darker than the bat cave.
YOU ARE READING
The Crimson Point
Romance" He raised his large hand as I squinted my eyes preparing myself for the sting that will wash across my face. But it never came, my face still feels numb and lifeless. I opened my dull eyes to see him, his eyes held anger until he saw mine. His dar...
