Game Plan (1)

After Oscar dropped the bomb on me, he opt and left the dinning area leaving me to deal with the gravity of the revelation.

Back at my holding room, I sat on my bed still holding the pictures and staring at the images as if staring at them much longer would make the images change. In the picture, Harry wore his favorite black leather biker jacket. It was the first thing I recognized. The jacket had a symbol of a hand with way too many fingers spreading out making it look like a tree.

I remembered asking Harry what that symbol meant and him telling me in one word 'FREEDOM '.

Thoughts keep roaming through my head as I fall into a very restless sleep, my exhaustion taking over completely.

The next morning, I'm woken up by the same guard from yesterday.

"I'm to get you ready for breakfast " he says simply and moves to pull up the cutains I didn't even realize was there in the first place.

Come to think of it, it doesn't even feel like I'm a prisoner. I'm definitely not treated