𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Fractured Trust

Leon's POV: 

I wince as a familiar face lands another blow across my jaw, it only adds to the ache of the other punches I've received since being dragged into this 'interview' room hours ago. I clench my teeth, restraining my anger as I spit out blood away from Patrick's shiny shoes and shake my head at him. I used to think we were colleagues, but now I see he's just another young kid turned toy soldier for the government. It's wrong, but there's nothing I can do for him now. 

"Tell me the truth Kennedy." He grits out, grabbing a fistful of my hair as I grunt in pain and let him ragdoll me around some more. 

"I told you already," I mumble, mouth barely able to move from the swelling and cuts, "I. Didn't. Do. It." I jut my head upwards, trying to prove the point that I'm not the mole the government suspects I am. I barely know what's going on, apart from one second I was heading to my bike after coming back from a mission, and the next I was being knocked out by agents I'd passed in the corridors of the White House. Patrick shakes his head, his beliefs of steel as he releases me to walk backwards and run a hand through his dark hair. 

"That's not what everyone else is saying, Leon." He sighs, sounding as if he's getting tired of my 'lies', "I can't keep this up without doing some real damage. Just lie, or confess, either way let's just get done with this, okay? Think about your girl-" 

"Don't bring her up. Don't even bother threatening me with her." I warn, my voice razor sharp that even his eyes widen a fraction in shock. When it comes to my woman everyone always assumes she's my weakness, but if anything it's the opposite, she's my strength and reason in this fucked up world. She's the motivation for keeping myself sane and struggling through this ordeal. I won't lose myself because I know she'd be pissed if that happened, even the thought brings a small smile to my lips as Patrick swallows deeply. 

"I'm really sorry Leon." He mumbles, voice sympathetic for a split second before he turns on his heels and leaves the room. I let out a shaky sigh, struggling against the handcuffs binding me as I look around the polished white room, it's ironic how I've questioned numerous terrorists and bad people in here, but now I'm the one in the hot seat. My eyes fall on the blinking camera in the corner, I don't know what game the government is playing at but I'll keep it up for however long it takes, if it means being honest and faithful to myself then I'll take another hundred punches easy. 

At least that was the resolve I had before Y/N opened the door and rushed in to see me, tracks of tears shine down her flushed cheeks as she sobs and kneels in front of me, pure panic consumes me as she reaches up and dabs her sleeve against one of my many bleeding cuts. How the fuck did she get in here? This place is top secret. Unless...

"You need to get out of here Y/N, it's not safe for any of us-" I say with desperation, but my angel just shakes her head as her lip wobbles. 

"I can't leave you, Leon. Do you know how worried I've been? I was waiting for hours, and then I heard from one of your friends that the government had you locked up for being a traitor-" another sob leaves her as she shakes, her fingers stroke my face as I lean into her warm, soft touch. Her innocent eyes scan me from head to toe as she takes a deep breath, I suddenly get the feeling that she's guarding herself off from me, when she leans forwards and gives me that face- the one she gives me when she wants something- I know they've got to her. "Leon," her voice barely a whisper, "you don't have to lie to me. Just...just tell me if you've done something you shouldn't." 

My heart cracks, I'm sure I feel it splinter as her teary eyes watch me for a reaction. I steel my shoulders straighter as I lean away from her soothing touch, I'm not enraged, I'm hurt, and that's somehow so much worse. Y/N sees the betrayal in my face, she tries to touch me again but I can't take it. Not when she's proven the crack in our trust and love. "You need to leave." I say as calmly as I can, but she doesn't get the hint. Once more she cries as she reaches up for me, I don't even realise I've reached snapping point until it's too late. "Get out of here!" I say with such malice her eyes widen, she instinctively stands and backs away, looking at me as if I'm a wounded animal that's unpredictable. That only wounds me more, that she thinks I'd ever hurt her. Fuck, I'd rather take a bullet then let her get a papercut. It just shows how much shit the government has been feeding her, and she's swallowed it all.