So, here I am. My feet chained to a wall in a cold room with nothing but concrete walls and a bolted, metal door, waiting to find out the truth about my parents and losing my mind just thinking about what they are going to do to him. I don’t think I can live without him. The thought makes my stomach hurt. None of this would have happened is Mr.Walsh didn’t make us partners for that stupid project.
The door opens and a man walks in. He’s at least a few years older than I am, wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He drops a tray with bread and water on it.
“Eat”, he says.
“Who are you?” I scowl at him.
Hey smirks, “You don’t need to know who I am”
“What did you do to him?!” I scream. Tears are swelling up inside me. I will not let u see me cry. I tell myself. His lips turn into a line and he drops the trays on the floor and starts to walk out. Before he goes he says,
“If you just listened none of this would have happened”
