ROOK'S GIRL.

CHAPTER FIVE.

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Chapter 5

HARRY.

My heart was pounding harder with each minute I spent trapped in here. The one time I sneak into a mine and I get buried in it. Just my luck! Too cruel for a life lesson don't you think? Universe 1 - Harry 0.

And to make matters worse, I am stuck with a statue in form of a jerk who won't lift a finger to help out. Not that I can't find a way myself but an extra could go a long way in preventing our impending doom. The reason we are still alive after hours is thanks to whatever hole that's probably open.

Hours pass yet nothing, still stuck underground. With an oxygen that's limited if we keep staying here. Broken flashlight. And a useless partner who looked like he rather stay buried alive and sleep than make small talk or even simply do anything.

My gaze meets his figure dead asleep on the floor. We could die as we speak and he's sleeping . He's calm. Too calm for a guy who could die. Still impossibly... In control. And worse... still pretty. Even with his dark clothes coated with dust and slight blood. I remind myself he's just another pretty faced jerk. Have met his type before. But he's different, the aura screams quite wealth and arrogance. Just two perfect combination to create a perfect rich brat. But what would I know...

I don't really judge harshly but can I be blamed? You'd think I was the only one whose trapped in this mine. But I won't throw a fit... I had better things to do. Like sending a signal. That's all I could do. Just my luck I forgot my phone at home. Not that it was working anyway. Not a story I want to go into.

" You're breathing too loud," he growls, I chuckle in disbelief. This guy... " Dark soul... I dare you, try hitting the stone against the metal for hours. Let's see how loud you breath," he snorts, eyes meeting mine. I fall back exhausted, covered in sweat– and I hate to say it– worried. Have heard stories, but living it? seems a bit too cruel, how they take their sweet time , by the time they arrive, all they find are just bodies. I am not dying in a mine. There were so many things I still haven't done – wanted to do.

" There's no way out," I mutter burying my face in both my palms. " Wow, finally flowers," he claps once, " You're smart after all," I give him a pointed look. " What would you know." " What do you think I was doing flowers when you were playing sleeping beauty?" I roll my eyes. Those d*mn nicknames- wait... I turn to him in realization. " So you already checked everywhere and tried everything?" He nods. I narrow my eyes at him, " And you know the procedures?"

He laughs slowly, and I hate how I follow every curve of that beautiful and annoying smug he has on him now. " Let's just say I'm a genius," I hum. " So you let me pace back and forth for hours? For a way out that wasn't there?" " As a feminist, I had to let you try your luck. I don't just preach equality, flowers," he replies humour soft under the dryness. " I'm going to die here with a maniac." " It's an honor reserved for few," I snort at his comment.

As if there's honour in that. " You're not right in the head. " " And you're loud. And wasting what little air we have."

SIlence returns, thick and prickling. . Frustration now bubbling deep in my chest. And I am getting sick of it, I am not the type of person who sits still in time of crisis. I certainly didn't when Jonathan freaking Wales wanted to evict my mom and I. And look where that got you.

Shut up.

The quiet deepens. Like the mine itself is listening, holding it's very breath. Dust hangs in the air like a warning, drafting slowly into a shaft of faint light that barely pierces the gloom. And dark soul looks unbothered. His eyes are still shut like he didn't belong here. I can't take it anymore.

I crawl to my feet and grab a piece of rock and hammering it against the metal support beam. But then a sound cracks through the cave like a beam.

Again. And again. A scream erupts from me. I hate to admit it but I was scared. Dark soul's eyes were open and angrily staring into mine. He stands on his feet and grabs the rock from me and throws it to the ground. Eyes panicked. Probably the only emotion have witness since we got trapped in here.

" Are you crazy!" He shouts, grip firm on my arms. " If we stay here we die," my voice is small, panicked. I don't know what else to do. I'm becoming desperate. " Someone may hear us," I snap my fingers digging into his hands. Clinging... Too afraid. I hate to say this but there's a sense of relieve knowing he is here.

" Or maybe they'll find nothing but our corpses when we spend all our oxygen panicking–" " And you're not!" " Then f*ck*ng do something. I don't see you lifting a d*mn finger," I groan, we were toe to toe. Dust clings to our sweat slick skin. Breath ragged, too ragged from his part. He's taller than me. With eyes that were desperately trying to mask only God knows what. He is annoying, but I don't hate him, it required energy I didn't have at the moment because it was used to produce the hope that's slowly diming. We've been here for hours. Five hours roughly.

Suddenly the ground rumbles beneath us. I jump, hands clinging to Dark soul's faster than lighting. And he doesn't let go. The tunnels grumbles like a wounded beast. And before I know it I moved closer to him for shelter and much too my surprise he covers me. A moment later, part of the ceiling caved with a defeaning sound. We both run to the source of the sound to find a narrow open path. Just the right amount to crawl out of. We share a smile. A second real emotion have seen from him. They must be rare. It kind of feels nice to share it with him.

" We're going to live dark soul," both our feet move faster but then I'm yanked back so fast air almost escapes my lungs– just in time when another crash blocks our only way out. Arms wraps around me as we stumble to the ground together like glued pieces. Landing hard behind a fallen beam as debris thunders down on us. And as they do, his hands tightly holds mine. And when the dust clears, I move myself from his arms to meet the devastating sight. Our only way out... Blocked.

I clutch to my t-shirt as tears roll down my cheeks. Trembling. I couldn't form any words. And I fall back on the ground when he laid unmoving. I collapse into him. Crying onto his chest. I wasn't strong enough to hold back the many tears that had always held back. At first his hands stiffens not knowing what to do with them before they lower and rest on my back.