Unreliable

26 - 3 secrets

Trigger/Content Warning: Homophobia, Gore, Kidnapping

Charles' POV

"What?" I look at her in deep shock. "What the fuck do you mean by «I haven't been entirely truthful with you»?!"

"Well..." Courtney sighs but keeps her mouth shut. I notice Brian mouthing «continue» but Courtney doesn't respect Brian's instructions.

"Well what?" I continue, looking at Courtney and then at Brian. Brian continues mouthing «continue» but Courtney denies doing so, by shaking her head.

Brian slaps her in the face, her cheek ricocheting back and her neck cracking. I put my hand to my mouth in shock and I see Courtney turning her face back with blood dripping down her nose and her cheek profoundly red.

She continues silent. No words come out of her mouth, blood still dripping down her nose. Brian slaps her again in the face, earning another unexpected yelp from me. Courtney starts bleeding from the mouth and then she spits blood on Brian's suit, earning another slap to the face.

"Don't you know how to respect orders from your boss?" Boss? What the fuck does he mean by Boss? Courtney's boss isn't Brian... At least, I think he isn't. Shit... has she been hiding this from me all along? Was she hired by the FIA? No... There's no way she was. It was just an oversight, he probably wanted to say «elders», but he made a slight oversight. It happens. Mistakes happen.

Brian slaps Courtney again in the face, hoping for her to say something. He shouts a random curse word and slaps her in the face again, but she doesn't budge.

She's still sitting there, frozen, almost like a fucking statue.

Brian sighs deeply and shoves his hand near something on his waist. I gasp silently and I take a small step back, trying to see what he's holding.

A gun.

It's a fucking gun.

The shiny metal, the safety lever also shining through the peculiar one single LED light in the building. All for show.

While I blink, Brian takes the gun out of his pocket and points it around 3 centimeters from Courtney's head. I am shaking. Fully fucking shaking.

I don't like this anymore.

All I wanted to know was the truth, not see someone's brains being blown out in front of my two eyeballs!

"Courtney, I swear to fucking god," You swear to fuck who? That's not very Christian, now is it? Especially for someone who goes to mass every Sunday. "I will shoot your in the fucking face if you DO NOT tell Charles the truth. The fucking truth, Courtney. Truth. Do you want the meaning of truth?" She nods a quick «no» before repositioning herself in the chair, moving some of the ties. I start playing with the razor blade in my pocket but I quickly stop as soon as I make a small cut on my fingerprint.

Brian puts his gun back in his waist pocket again, and I take a small step forward to undo the small step back I had done a while ago. Brian looks at me in the eye and then leaves my field of vision, probably moving his body behind me.

I start thinking of all the ways Brian could kill me. Take the razor blade out of my pocket and slash my neck with it or shoot me in the head repeatedly. Throw me to the ground, beat me up. But he doesn't do any of that. He just stops standing behind me and he goes to the place where he was before.

The two «guards» continue pointing their guns at Courtney. I don't want to just create a random epic fight scene, even though I've noticed that the guard to my right is a foot too close to Courtney and if she ducks, the guard kills the other guard instantly from a shot in the heart.