Times Like These (Smosh FanFic)

[Chapter 3] What Do You...?

-Anthony's POV-

I hung up the phone and just sat there. I hadn't really realized how sad I was without her. In fact, I was more angry than sad. Cody was probably the kindest, most caring person in this world and she was locked up in this place just because of her bad past... It wasn't fair.

I stood up and made my way back to my car. I fumbled with my car keys before sliding the key into the lock. As I swung open the car door, I heard someone approaching me. I looked over my shoulder and noticed two, big, buff, and strong men walking towards me. Two men very familiar to me. I looked away and put my hood of my sweatshirt over my head.

"What do you think you're doing, Padilla?" One of the big burly men of African-American race inquired in a deep tone. I believe his name was Wyatt.

I slowly looked over my shoulder and chuckles, "Hello, Wyatt. Kevin." Kevin was the other man, tall, with a smug look on his face.

The two men exchanged a glance before looking back at me. I gulped in fear, "Can I help you?" And instead of answering me, they lunged at me. That's when everything went black.

-Cody's POV-

I was laying on my uncomfortable bed on my side, starting at the painted white brick wall where I had etched the times Anthony sneaked me out. I ran my finger over the tally marks, too many to count. I closed my eyes and lay down on my back, now staring at the ceiling, which had a crack that ran from one wall to the other.

I was about to fall asleep when I heard someone knock on my door. I shot straight up and saw Mrs. Kelly standing outside my door.

"Come on, Holt," She called through the door, "It's time for another one of your sessions."

I slowly dragged myself out of bed and up to the door, where she punched in a code on the keypad that controlled the lock keeping me in here. The door slid opened and she turned around to walked towards her office. Almost no one was in the halls, because it was past the time for us "patients" (as they liked to call us) to be in our rooms and trying to get some sleep. Though most people, like me, just stare at the blank wall and try not to freak out, or they'll be put downstairs where the truly insane people stayed.

I plopped down on the well-known chaise chair and folded my hands over my stomach. She sat down in her chair, placed her glasses on the tip of her nose, and began to write some things down. This was a new method she was trying out, where she'd pick me out at any random time of the day and give me an evaluation.

"Okay, Cody, what do you...?" She began.

I cut her off and inquired, "What time is it?"

She raised her wrist and squinted her eyes, trying to read the time on her digital watch, "It's three in the morning."

"Oh joy," I said sarcastically, rolling on my side away from her and curling up in a ball.

She heaved a sigh, "What do you remember? From the time you came here to the today? Anything..."

I closed my eyes and the flames rose from the floor. Smoke filled the air above me and I was coughing, unable to breath. My eyes stung and my vision was blurred. I was crawling on the white carpet that was gradually turning gray. I heard someone screaming and was soon picked up by someone. My dad. He rushed out of the house and into the front yard, where he put me down on the ground and rushed back into the house. I watched as a helicopter flew above me and men descended onto the roof of my house, jumping onto the balcony and running inside. The next I know, I hear gun shots being rang and screams of terror echo through the house.

I looked at Mrs. Kelly as she scribbled down notes, "So..." She finally stated after being quiet so long, "This was your dad that picked you up and carried you out of the house?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I guess."

She bit her pen and started tapping her foot, "So what you're telling me is that there was a fire..." I nodded my head, "And do you remember what caused this fire?"

"People."

She glared at me, "More specific please."

"Certain people..."

"Come on, Cody. This is for me to help you and I need..."

"People who wanted to kill my parents," I answered quietly.

Mrs. Kelly smirked slightly, "Now that's more helpful." She stood up and heaved a sigh, "You're good to go, Miss Cody. We'll talk tomorrow." She opened the door for me with a smile.

I walked out and was immediately met by one of the guards. Ever since some break out around the time Anthony left, they won't let any of us go anywhere on our own. Not outside, not inside. Not even from our room to the bathroom. We have to be escorted. Everywhere. It's so annoying.

As I passed the interrogation room, I noticed the lights were on. I stopped in my tracks, causing the guard to run into me, which in response I stumbled to the side a little. I walked up to the door and saw Anthony sitting at the table, the light shining down on his face. There was a look on his face that I hadn't seen in a while. A look of anger.

"Anthony?" I mumbled under my breath.