Harry's P.O.V
I moaned, rubbing my eyes to unglue them. I told them the trunk was stuffy. I had no doubt that I fainted in the darkness. And why am I not surprised that I'm tied on a chair? I tried to move but my hands were tied on the arm rest place and my feet, on it's legs. The bindings were tied. I blinked away from the bright light coming out of the window. My body felt so stiff. I jerked my neck sideways towards a door.
"Hey!" I yelled at practically nothing but air, "Hey! Let me go! You need to let me go! I'm no use for myself, how can I be useful for you?" Okay... That totally came out wrong.
I sighed, letting out a loud scream in frustration. A long one. I'm fed up with them taking me places, injecting me, hitting me. I'm fed up with everything. No one came for me and now it's about time I stand on my own feet. So the best thing to do - the only thing to do - was to shake the chair uncontrollably until you get free. That won't work. Obviously. Am I still delirious?
"I'll kill you Saige!" I shouted, though we all know I didn't have the guts to murder a carrot. "Once I get out, I'll make you regret your life!"
I sucked in a deep breath. My threats remained unaffected to him. Bryce wouldn't rely on my words. No matter how true they'd seem.
"When I get out," I hiss to myself, "I'll kill the first person I'd set my eyes on."
That's when I heard a loud sob, as if someone had been trying to control itself from crying. I frown. This crying, Was it... was it coming from behind me? There was someone weeping right behind me and I didn't even know that because of my anger. There's another long sob and I swallow. I felt... guilty.
"Umm..." I said, gently, slowly, "Who is it?" The most expected question. I tried to twist my head but fail.
"Please," I sighed, "Please... answer me. I haven't talked to a friend since ages. Just tell me your name and I'll tell you mine? I mean, you and I both deserve to know that, right?"
There's a low squeaky whimper and I realize. I realized what a cruel man Bryce is. This person isn't like me. Cause the person behind me is a kid. I'll bloody get you for this Saige. Watch me.
"Look..." I said, as kindly as I could muster, "Will you come infront of me? I'm kinda tied to this chair. I promise I don't bite."
There's another whimper but I hear small feet scurrying on the floor, walking towards me. I try to give a smile, a consoling smile but my eyes are stunned. He was, a child, barely six years old. He had eyes as big as saucers. He was so skinny like he hadn't been fed properly since days or something. His face was covered with smudges of soot and... was that blood? My blood chased and boiled. How could Bryce do this? He was just a little kid! Just a little kid!
"Hi," I smiled, but my veins were bursting with rage, "What's your name?"
"R-Robbie." The kid stuttered, wiping blackened tears from his pale face.
"I'm Harry," I take a long pause as I look at the dried blood on his forehead. If it hadn't already gotten it, then the wound will get an infection.
"Are you okay?" I stared at him, feeling pity for him. I'll get you for this Bryce. Just you wait.
He shakes his head, tears welling up in his eyes again, "My head hurts bad." He sniffed.
"Do you want me to help?" I asked him, "I'll make it better for you. I promise."
Robbie hesitated, then asked, even frowning made him look cute, "How?"
"See these ropes?" I pointed at the bindings wrapped around my wrists like snakes, "Just... chew them off, if you can."
He frowned, but nodded. Walking up to me, I couldn't help but feel burdened. This kid, alone with no one and yet he looked like he managed fine. Like he had fought for freedom but failed. The fresh tear stains glistened on his cheeks as he - shockingly - untied me. I was impressed. At his age, I couldn't even speak properly.
"Why are you here?" First time a question not related to me spilled out of my mouth, "Why would Bryce kidnap you?" This question I asked more to myself then him.
Robbie didn't reply, just focused on untying my feet. Finally free, the boy straightened himself, looking at me with expectant eyes, Like I could... save him. I break away from his sad stare, looking around me, searching for... answers, I guess. The room was little, with no cameras. Very unlikely of Saige.
I turn back to Robbie, who was still staring at me, his eyes had never left me this whole time.
"Who are you, kid?" I asked, but then, the way I said it, it reminded me of the way Lyod spoke to me. I had never liked his sarcastic, uninterested tone. Sure I wanted him here and all but he still always looked like he wouldn't care, he was just that type of a person. So, I try again, "Who are you... Robbie?"
The boy frowned, like I had asked the most obvious question ever, "I'm Robbie." Even his annoyance was cute.
I laugh, but it quickly fades when I see something. Something laying down in a corner. Wh-What? This can't be possible. That thing was... gone wasn't it?
I walk up to it, my heart thudding. It can't be mine. I mean, there're a lot of these things around the world. So what if there laid an exact same replica of that thing? So what?
I gently picked it up, turning it over. I froze. The initials. My initials. How is this possible? Hadn't I lost it all those years ago? I did. I remember this toy car was lost by me. In a park. I never found it. But the initials carved on it said otherwise.
Robbie gently took it away from my grasp, my fingers brushing past that H.S on it. Pressing the red car close him, he said defensively, "This is my car. Don't touch it. My daddy gave it to me and I don't want anyone else touching it."
I froze, staring at the kid. The kid who claimed to own this toy car. Which used to be mine. The kid who claimed his dad gave it to him. Who is this child? How does he own this? This is mine. Was mine. Not that I care about it but I just want to know. Maybe he got it from a second-hand shop. But why wasn't this convincing enough?
"Surprised aren't you, Harry?" I recognized the voice behind me. He was here. Bryce Saige. Someone I was starting to despise.
The boy, Robbie, squirmed, running behind me, dropping the car on the floor. He didn't dare look at Bryce. And maybe, I didn't want Bryce to look at him either. I pushed the kid behind me a little further, just a reflex action. To protect him? But I barely knew him.
"Protecting him from me?" The devil chuckled, picking up... our car, amusingly, "Even after you find out this little brat will be your worst enemy? This very child-"
"What the hell are you spitting from your mouth?" I clenched my jaw, sensing Robbie's fear.
He grinned, "Perhaps you remember this?" He motioned towards the toy.
What is this? Some sort of test? Some stupid game I was to play? Or is it a trick? Well, what is it?
"I've never seen that thing in my life." I said, firmly but it came out wrong. Of course he could see me hesitate in my eyes. Oh I knew this little painted plastic well.
"You know I hate it when people lie." Bryce smirked, "I enjoy it after, but.. not the liar."
"Shut up!" I shot back, "Just leave us alone! I'm so done with your stupid-"
Bryce let out a long sigh, raising his hand to stop me. To stop me from speaking! He gave me a disappointed(?) look as he snapped his fingers. Three men, double the size of his, came snarling in the room, One bearded, one bald and one holding a... a box?
"You'll enjoy this, Harry." Bryce grinned. "Now let's have a little talk, shall we?"
I scowled at him, "Are you actually expecting me to agree?"
I didn't realized how my body was tensing up, to see those men, so large and...
Robbie clutched my leg with his small arms, as if they'd take him away from me. Or like I'd let them take him away from me.
"Last chance, Harry," His brows started to knit together in impatience, "I don't have all day."
"Oh yeah?" I snorted, "Got another appointment with a kidnapped kid?"
"I'm sorry Harry," Bryce sighed again, nodding at his men, "But you must know the truth. It is for your best." Why does he freaking keep saying that?
"What if I don't want to know the truth?" I snapped, Robbie's grip tightening as the men with the box placed it down on the floor, "What if I don't want you to speak any trash at all?"
"Are you telling me you'd prefer living in ignorant bliss?" Bryce looked shocked.
"Well, it's bliss isn't it?" I glared, my fists clenched.
"Then you leave me no choice."
As soon as he said that, the man (Who had the box) rushed towards us, without giving me time to think, and grabbed Robbie right in his arms, who screamed and wailed and cried, his legs pushing in the air.
Before I could even react, the man slapped the kid hard, the sound of it blazed. And then it was quiet. I stood still, in shock. Robbie's screams, cries, all died down. With a hard slap.
"You.." My voice so hoarse, "You monster."
"Don't worry," Bryce grinned, " He's not dead. For now at least."
"Are you crazy!" I yelled, my face red and hot with anger. Just pure anger. "You're insane!"
"Aren't we all?"
The second man, behind him, the baldly, lunged at me just as I charged towards Bryce. Just when I was about to end him. End this.
He locked my arms behind me, his grip strong. I screamed, only with anger, trying to pull free when he started twisting my wrists. That bearded one, he approached me, all that time Bryce watching with glee. That man rose a fist in the air and fast as lightening, it landed right on my empty stomach. I gagged a whole lot of nothingness, my head reaching the floor, staring at the brown carpet. I raised my head, breathing heavily. Just when I was about to recover, another blow. At the same place. Gagging again, my body shivered with weakness, my mind dizzy. And after a long time, after a long while since I had controlled my patience, I swore at Bryce.
But he only laughed, his grin going broader. Slowly walking to me with the same wild eyes, he whispered,
"Don't worry. This pain is nothing compared to the truth, Harry."
And I did nothing. Just lowered my eyes, seeing the boy's unconscious legs dangling in the air. But I still did nothing. Because I wondered,
Will the truth hurt that much?