Accused

Chapter Three

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-20 months ago-

I jogged down the stairs, trying to seem as upbeat as normal and sat down at the dinner table.  Eric sat across from me, shovelling food into Jeremy’s mouth, making aeroplane noises as he did.

“How was ya day?” He asked, not looking up. I shoved a piece of chicken in my mouth so I didn't have to give full answer; I just made a noise that meant fine.

“How about you?” I asked.

Eric just shrugged, “Busy, there was a riot in town, some people got beaten up and stuff. Just a normal day at the office.”

I smiled at Eric, I really admired him, he was the Chief Inspector in the town and everyone looked up to him. Well apart from the people that he arrested.

“Are you eating that or just playing with it?” Carly’s voice drifted from across the table. I hadn’t even noticed she had come in. I looked up and gave her a faint smile.

“I guess I am not that hungry, I don’t feel that well I am gonna go to bed,” I said as I picked up my plate and walked out of the dining room.

“Okay then sweetie, I hope you feel better,” Eric called as I trudged up the stairs. I just grunted in reply, just wanting to go to sleep and hope to forget everything that happened earlier.

I was on a chair. I looked around me. I was in the warehouse again, this time I was playing the role of the victim. It was freezing and my head was aching. I could see the goose bumps rising on my skin and shivered involuntary. My throat was dry and sore; I needed a drink badly.

I pulled at the bands at my wrist, trying to get them lose. They didn’t budge. I did the same with my feet but the plastic strips help there ground. The warehouse was only dimly lit with no windows meaning I had no way of telling what time of day it was.

 In the gloom around me I could make out a table a few feet away. I gasped in dismay. On the silver table were, knifes, all sorts of sizes as well as other instruments that looked even more threatening.

Footsteps started to come towards me. I glanced in their direction. Two men were walking towards me, all in black, a bird embroidered on their t-shirts. “Hello, Olivia,” The one on the left smiled.

He had dark skin with equally dark hair to match. His eyes were like endless pools of darkness and I found myself being sucked into them. He bent down to be eye level with me, still smiling menacingly.

I struggled at the bounds on my hands; more desperate to try to get away. “No need for that now,” The man on the right said. I now turned to him. He had sandy coloured hair, I think, which was cut short and right to his head. Because of this it showed a long scar going from the top of his forehead to nape of his neck.

“Now we need to talk about what you saw earlier today,” I glared up at them; I tried to make myself seem tough and un-phased.

“Oh please, this tough act doesn’t fool anyone,” The dark haired man laughed. Scar head turned to him and gave him a quick and brief smile. I was punched hard, round the face. I cried out unwillingly, ashamed that I had shown them the pain I was in.  

I spat blood onto the floor beside me; tears streamed down my face. My jaw throbbed and I could sense a bruise already forming.

“Please,” I cried. “I won’t say anything.” This was so unfair, just because I had seen something didn’t mean anything. The men looked at each other and started laughing.