~Julies pov~
"WHERE IS HE?!" Mitchell shouted, now an inch away from my face. I studied his face thoroughly. Bright blue eyes, matching with Maces, peered slightly over me. I shifted trying to wipe the spit off my cheek with my shoulder.
"Can you back up?" I ask with attitude. I keep a straight face with a slight smirk. Does he actually think he can intimidate me?
"Does this make you uncomfortable?" His hands rested on either side of me, leaning over me.
"No, for a matter of fact it doesn't. However, the shower wasn't appreciated." I held my breath hoping he'd back up, but also bracing myself for what might happen. But he never did. He didn't move in the slightest, but his face grew angrier at the fact I wasn't scared of him.
"Where. The fuck. Is he?" He repeated slow and sternly. To be honest I don't even know who "he" is, so it's not like I could even tell him.
"Dunno." I replied carelessly. The dwarf troll, Al, peered his head around the corner.
"This whole time you were interrogating her, you never mentioned who you're looking for." Al mimicked in an idiotic tone.
"MACE!" Mitchell shouted, finally backing up, now standing a few feet away. "WHO THE FUCK ELSE WOULD I BE LOOKING FOR?!" Just the tone of his voice I could tell now wasn't a good time to push his buttons. But why Mace? Like, you two could be related. So, why go through all this trouble when you could of just asked me in the streets if I knew where he was. I couldn't hold it back any longer. His feeble-mind made me bust out in laughter.
"For real? Mace?" My laughter spun more and more out of control the more I thought about it.
"Whats so fucking funny?" He snapped getting closer to me again.
"To answer your question, no, I don't know where he is. Im guessing home. But its quite funny that you went through all this nonsense, and brought me here, when you could of just caught me on my way to school and asked." Maybe I could slip my way out of this mess. "However," I started again. "Give me my phone and I'll call him." The colour in Mitchell's face drained completely at my willingness to help. He was uneasy at first, but before I knew it, he accepted.
*
Now, back outside, trudging our way back across the field, Mitchell stops to hand me the phone from his pocket. To my surprise it still had some battery. They must had tried to get into it, so they kept it charged. 17%. I could make it last a while if I play my cards right.
"This is the only place you'll get service, so go ahead." I carefully punched in my password ignoring all my notifications. '1009'. Maces birthday. My shaky hands fumble around as I pull up Maces messages. 27 missed calls and 32 missed messages. I quickly typed 'don't listen' unnoticeably and called. His desperate voice alarmed me.
"Julie!! Where are you?! Are you okay?! What happened?!! Im coming to get you!" We all knew I couldn't answer those right now. Mitchell's voice, low and subtle, spoke ever so quietly.
"Put him on speaker." He gave me the look telling me not to try anything stupid, so I did as I was told.
"Mace..." I started. "I need you to do me a favour."
"No!" He shouted. "Not until you tell me what happened!" I tried to remain calm. The sound of his voice made tears form in my eyes.
"I can't do that right now. Tomorrow night, 1:45am, no later, meet me in the park. Same picnic table as last time. See you then." And I hung up. I handed the phone back to Mitchell but as he dropped it into his pocket I grabbed it and slipped it into my own. Then back to my cell I went.
