Obsessed

Chapter 37: Oops

Cole

Unknown Area: August 3rd, 2022 11:11 PM

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It had been ten minutes since 003 had arrived. I stayed silent, still sitting on the ground. He stood next to the bars, looking straight ahead. I didn't know after how long I was supposed to be out, but it felt like I was getting late. I had to do it as soon as possible before something happened to Charlie. I wouldn't have forgiven myself if things went wrong because of me.

I cleared my throat, sitting straight up. I crossed my legs, turning to face the bars. I looked to my right, seeing the knife that was poking out of my pocket. I grabbed its handle, pulling out the weapon. I placed it on the ground, right by my hips very quietly. I looked up at the guard who still looked away from me. I drifted my eyes towards the camera, blinking at the red light that flashed periodically. I hoped whoever was watching was forgiving.

"Hey," I said.

He didn't move. He stood still as a statue, holding the gun in his hands very possessively.

"I need to use the restroom," I said.

There was no response.

I cleared my throat.

"Look, excuse me." I raised my voice. "I really gotta go, man."

He looked over his shoulder at me. I looked at him, pulling myself forward with hands on the ground next to me. The one on my right was over the knife's handle.

"What?" I said irritated. "You're gonna have to clean the mess if I shit my pants here."

He glared at me for a moment, turning his head back towards the wall after a while.

"Hey–" I stood up, holding the knife behind me. "I really gotta go, dude!"

I yelled at him, clenching the bar with my left hand.

He turned around, walking in front of me. I flinched, taking a short step back. I tilted the blade of the knife further behind me, looking at the guard in his eyes. He looked irritated.

"Uh," I hesitated. "Please?"

He lowered his eyes, letting go of his gun. The weapon hung around his neck and shoulders with the help of its strap while he fiddled his gloved hands over the lock and key to let me out.

I got nervous for a second, letting out a ragged breath.

"Thanks!" I smiled, tightening my fingers on the knife.

Clink, click.

Crick, crick, crick, crick.

He slided the door open.

Before he could put his hands back on the gun, I instantly grabbed his right hand, holding the knife in front of his face as I took a step forward.

"Don't move," I commanded.

He grunted, stepping back when I pushed forward.

Suddenly, he twisted his hand and grabbed mine instead. He pushed the knife away with his left hand after grabbing my wrist. He was strong. I had underestimated him. He was a guard afterall. Not to mention my weak-ass body running on nothing but water and trauma.

He turned my wrist around, facing the weapon towards me. I grunted, feeling him push forward. He pushed it in my face. I leaned my head back, looking at the tip of the sharp weapon right in front of my nose.