Sunshine

2 - Square

Devin's POV

I actually fell asleep.

I fell asleep now I have a headache and I'm tied to a chair in a squared cold dingy room with nothing but a chair I am now tied to.

I've been identifying the same damn shape for the last thirty minutes to pass the time, since I was too out of breath from screaming and yelling for help.

Square.

Square.

Another square.

Oh shocker a square.

Turns out there's not a lot of shapes just square walls.

My exciting game was cut short when I heard footsteps walking the direction of the door. I look up to see who the pair of feet belonged to the dude had light amber eyes, like the color of honey, dark brown hair that almost covers his eyes, and tattoos trailing up his arms.

He was really attractive, such a shame he's mean and a kidnapper.

"What's your name?" I ask. No answer. His names Abraham now.

"Who do you work for?" His deep raspy voice bounce off the walls.

"Thomas Jefferson" I said with all seriousness.

He looks at me in confusion, so I decided to elaborate. "We are a top secret organization that is  sworn to protect the 3rd president's spirit from evil spirits, call us Ghostbusters if you will"

"I don't believe you." He leans against the wall in front me with his arms crossed.

I shrugged my shoulders and feigned a sad expression. "That sounds like a personal problem, I can wait while you solve it."

Abraham started taking slow steps towards "You know when I said solve it I meant by yourself that's what you usually do with per-"

I stopped talking when both his hands go and hold the arm of the chair. His face kept getting closer as I back mine away as far as I can.

"Personal space, let's talk about cause you clearly don't know what it mea-"

"Shut up. Now I'm gonna ask again. Who do you work for?"

"Stiles Stilinski" I said defeated, and with that Abraham left.

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Abraham walks back in the room without a word and walks towards me. "Boss wants to see you." He unties my hands.

"Thank goodness." I rub my wrist.

Abraham grabs my left upper arm, pulling it down, and drags me out of the square room into a plain white, maybe eggshell, with grey borders.

The walk was silent and made me feel awkward, until I saw his gun in the back of his waistband. A little voice in the back of my head was just begging me to steal it.

Fuck it.

As we were walking I slowed my steps to get behind him "Can I switch we switch arms this one hurts?" He made a grunting noise so I took it as a yes, and prepared for the switch.

Okay Devin really simple, when crossing over just snatch the gun with your right hand pass it to the left and tuck it in your jeans.

I did just that, and it was like dude Abraham here wanted me steal his gun all he did was looking forward the whole time.

We approach black double door with a gold knob, he opens it allowing me to walk through the doorway. The walls are painted black with a wooden oak desk in the middle two black chairs in front, and sitting in the big black chair behind the desk is Marco. The same 5 men from the alley are also in the room. "You lied" the deep voice is the first thing I hear.

"Y'all heard that?" I look around the room confused.

"You lied" the man repeats, his hands folded on the desk showcasing his silver rings.

"I did do that, but I'mma need you to specify when I lied cause I done that a lot"

" You said you worked with a Stiles Stilinski?" He looked confused by the name "but he just a fictional character off of a stupid show" I know he did not just- he must want me to shoot him

"How dare you?! Teen Wolf is not stupid, only stupid people think its stupid, because their stupid minds can not understand or fathom the awesomeness that Teen Wolf brings to this whole existence we call reality, so I did not watch that show six to seven times for you to call it stupid, stupid."
After my little speech I straightened out my clothes which is just a hoodie and shorts " Anyways why am I here?"

"Well, Devin you saw something you shouldn't have and now I don't know what to do with you."

"You could let me go. I didn't see anything all I know is you owe me, not just a milkshake, but a meal." I said like it was obvious because it was.

"Yea I can't do that, what if you tell the police?" He looks at me questionably.

"Have I shot you yet?" I just really wants some food cause now I'm tired and hungry. "Can I get my food?"

"You don't have a gun." He ignored my second question. He need to work on his hospitality skills.

"Do I?" I questioned "Now do you have food or not?"

"Simon, check her." Abraham walked out of his corner and began to pay me down, eventually he found his gun.

"Oh my god! How'd that get there?!" My hands covered my mouth as I feigned shocked.

"That's my gun!" Abraham or Simon started to pat his waistband. "How'd you get it? I had on me the whole time."

"Clearly not" I shrugged my shoulders.

I turned my head back to Marco when he started talking again "If I get you food would you be more cooperative?" So he was listening.

"Yes." Honestly if he had said that at first this would've been way easier.

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