𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝

Chapter Eight: The Turn Tables

I leaned my back against the wall and watched as Fed, Charlie, and Raine stood in front of Three, asking him questions, but it was pretty pointless because he wasn't saying anything. I needed answers and even tied to a chair, Three wasn't going to give them to me. It was Charlie and Fed's idea to ask him questions, and the majority ruled in favor of their suggestion, so here we were, asking my second kidnapper of the day questions about what he and Hendrix wanted from me. We're not getting anywhere. He's never going to tell us anything. We should've just gone back to the academy and left him here. But, what about Connor? And Mom and Dad? I need to find them. Three might know something about where they are, or if they are even still alive. I pushed off of the wall and walked into the small bedroom, and started pacing back and forth. He's not going to talk. We need to do something. We need to figure this out. What can we do though? I have no idea what's going on and no one else has the slightest clue either.

"Nora?"

I whipped my head around to see Charlie standing in the doorway. I sighed.

"What are you doing?" he asked. I plopped down on the bed.

"I don't even know," I mumbled. Charlie walked over to sit next to me.

"I know," he said. We sat there for a few moments without talking. I thought about what it meant if I was actually Nora Tucker and not Nora Brown, and what that meant for me, Raine, Connor, and my parents. Both sets I guess.

"Look, I know it's super confusing and scary right now, but if we can get some answers out of this guy-," Charlie started to say, but I interrupted him.

"He's not gonna talk, Charlie. He hasn't said a word for the past fifteen minutes you've been asking him questions." I tilted my head back as I spoke, staring at the ceiling.

"I know, but it's better than nothing. That's what we have right now so we have to use it," Charlie explained, and I looked over at him. "So maybe you should go out there and ask him some questions. You're the only one that's actually talked to him," he suggested. I glanced back down at my hands that were resting in my lap and then nodded.

"Okay," I muttered. Charlie smiled brightly and by its contagious nature, I ended up smiling too, but I erased it from my face when I walked out of the room and stood in front of Three. He smirked. I ignored it and mustered my most intimidating voice.

"I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to start answering them," I said, "unless you want to stay here forever."

Just as Three opened his mouth to reply, a loud knocking sound echoed throughout the room. I turned to the door. Who in the world would that be? I glanced back at Three who wore an equally as confused expression. I stood up and walked over the door, standing up on the tops of my toes to look through the peephole. Too blurry. I couldn't see anything through the dirt that coated the peephole so I unlocked all of the locks and opened the door. What the hell?

It was a kid. About Raine's age. I furrowed my brow. What's this kid doing here?

He had dark black hair similar to Three's, except curlier. What the hell? Who is this kid?

"Wh-who are you?" I asked, stumbling over my words as the suspicion started to rise in me. The kid didn't respond, but instead, he peeked his head around the corner behind me, obviously looking for something. I turned around in an attempt to see what he was looking for, but when I turned back I realized that I had moved too far and accidentally revealed Three, who was now completely visible to the boy. Shit.

I watched as the kid's eyes grew wide once they landed on Three and realized he was tied to a chair. Well, this might be a little hard to explain.