Twisted

Chapter 34: Interrogation

**Buckle up- Things gonna be CRAAAAAZY!**
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"This is an alert. Curfew is now in effect. Anyone caught in violation of curfew will be subject to deportation."

The speakers blared over the city speakers. People were running to and from, trying to get home before the timer ran out. The security had been tighter since Thomas and the guys showed up. I stood quietly beside Thomas. We were the bait. Gally wouldn't let me do this alone, and we didn't really trust Thomas to do this alone, he would probably do something reckless.

I had my hood pulled up keeping my face in the shadows. Thomas did the same. My hands shoved deep into my jacket pocket. We knew Teresa would be here right away. Trix and Jasmine had followed her every day for a week, this was her regular route. So Thomas and I stood at the intersection, waiting. I could feel the anxiety oozing from him. Surprisingly enough I felt calm, it was eerie. I thought I would be jittery, trying to control the panic. But I stood still, my muscles loose and my body calm. I knew Gally, Magnus and Zayn were around, watching and waiting.

"Relax dude, she'll be here." I muttered.

"How are you so calm?" He asked.

I shrugged, "I learned to be calm in the middle of the chaos. It was that or get beat. It was be quiet or get kicked."

"Probably not the healthiest."

"No...but, it's helped. When I had to seduce that elite...something, swallow the disgust and do the shuck job. I've had to do what I had to to survive."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I really am." I heard his guilt, he turned his head and I glanced up at him quickly.

"I smiled. I'm here, you're here, and I saved your shuck ass from Janson the other day." He grinned at him.

He rolled his eyes. I looked back at the street.

"There she is." I spat.

I had eyes on her. Her dark hair was down and curled, covering half her face. Thomas and I straightened up, looking straight at her. She must have felt us both watching, because she spun around, her head turning back and forth. She caught sight of us. I saw her freeze. Both Thomas and I pulled our hoods down, revealing who we are.

"Thomas? Charlie?"

Together we turned away, pulled our hoods back up, and while the street was blocked by a bus and a few other vehicles passed we walked quickly down the street, towards the empty back alley.

"Wait! Thomas! Charlie? Wait!" She called.

I growled, how could she sound so desperate, and demanding at the same time. It took everything in me not to spin around and slug her.

Gally told me very specifically after our meeting that night as we were heading back to our room.

"Charlie for the last time...you can't hit her."

"Why not? She deserves it!" I pouted.

"I know." He gently squeezed my hand.

"So why can't I?" I continued to pout, stomping my foot.

He sighed, "Stop pouting!"

"Why? I wanna pout, 'cause I want to hit her. And your being mean." I pulled my hand from his and crossed my arms with a huff, stopping dead in the hall.

Gally stopped and turned, "You keep sticking out that lip" His voice dropped and it became gravely, "And I might not be able to control myself...." He pushed up against the wall, both his hands by my head, trapping me.