I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you (One Direction)

Chapter 25: Childhood

ROBYN'S POV

"Ahhh, Agent Jones! So nice of you to finally join us!" Beckitt said, clapping his hands. I felt that I was in an action movie, ya know? There was always that evil guy who spoke as if he and the hero were good friends, as if nothing wrong had ever happened between them.

"What are you doing? What's going on?" I asked, my head still pounding a bit. The chains and cuffs that were attached to my body felt as though they were crushing my bones and I knew that there would be bruises there, maybe even scars.

"This is my marvellous room," he said gesturing his arm around the room, "It's probably my favourite actually. You know how much I love to see people... squirm..." He held his hands together and looked at me with a deep, scary expression in his eyes. It sent a shiver down my spine it was so bad.

"Hmm yeah, well, all men who are as worthless and disgusting as you would like to see other people suffer, wouldn't they you sadistic freak?" I asked with an innocent smile as I fluttered my eyelashes. You could see that he was quite shocked by my words through his body movement, but he acted as though I had said a joke and laughed. He was laughing so evilly that the entire audience in the room began to nervously chuckle. Beckitt laughed harder as the room got louder until his face went cold again. 

"SILENCE!" He shouted, throwing his hands in the air. The room's laughter fell in an instant and the audience continued to watch with their hard and nervous faces. Beckitt was obviously the boss of the group. We had had some information given to us in Browning High about him. I knew his weaknesses, his strengths, his job, his past... but I didn't know everything about him. My mother always used to tell me that he was insane, drived mental by his father, but nobody knew why he was that way. She used to say that he wasn't stable and that I should always stay brave and act strong whenever I was around him. Well, as I had many years of experience on staying strong, I had to say that I was pretty good at it. But right at that moment I was in the chair, I had to admit that I was a tiny bit scared. I mean, that chair wasn't there for no reason. It was obviously going to harm me in some sort of way.

Beckitt slowly walked over to me as I kept my eyes on his, but I did try to force my arms and legs up. I got no where with that. 

"Robyn, Robyn, Robyn... oh sweet, innocent Robyn..." He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and as much as I wanted to rip his fingers off with my teeth, I couldn't move my head. "Always the joker, weren't you? I remember watching you as a kid, playing with your father... Pity he died, isn't it."

I flinched. Nobody talked about my father's death around me. Nobody really knew how it happened, but my mum always told me that he was in a plane crash. I used to have such a good time with my father, I was always the father's girl. We used to play together all the time, he trained me with my mum, he cooked my dinner (my mother was a terrible cook) and we watched our favourite movie together all the time; Laura Croft. I'd always watch how she moved and found her faults. My father and I would make fun of her, saying how she could improve and how the moves were sloppy, but we loved the movie all the same. I actually got a few of my favourite moves from her. But all of that was the past. Because my dad left me.

He died.

"You were such a cute and girly little thing. You look a lot like your dad, you know?" he continued, playing with my hair.

"How did you know my father?!" I shouted, feeling the rage burning inside of me. Apart from swimming, my father was my only weakness and Beckitt knew that. He was trying to get to me.

"How did I know him? So he didn't talk about me at all then?" He asked, his face full of curiosity.

"No! Why would he talk about a mental lunatic like yourself!" I shouted in his face.