Your only CHOICE

Covered

((Saerans POV))

The tech room was empty other than myself. I sat at one of the computer systems and start to make everything about Mc unavailable to anyone other than us. Anyone looking for her will think that she never existed once I finish the wipe through of her personal information.

I spent a long time in there, a couple of hours I think. I wonder what Mc is doing? If Rika found her yet and is questioning her. I hope not... I finish and test it, nothing available to anyone other than me! Great! Now she can't be tracked and we'll still have access to her files.

I check the time and it's been about three hours since I left Mc. I get up and walk through the maze of halls back to my room. I open the door to find Mc sitting on the bed reading a book that she got from my small library. Of course, it's just books like 'computer code 101', which is actually what she's reading right now.

"Not much of a read is it" I said, walking to my cabinet and unlocked it, putting Mc's files in, than locking it back up again.

"Not really... I kinda need to know this stuff now though..." She looked up at me with a burning glair, blaming me for all that has happened to her, and she's right.

"How did you know that you'll need to do computer coding?" I said, putting the key in my pocket and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"All of your books are about it, I guessed..."

"Hm, smart! We need that" I said, standing up and picking up her dirty clothes and walking to the door, "I'll go wash this..."
She didn't respond, didn't even look at me.
I just nod and walk out of the door.

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((MC POV))

I just lay on the bed reading this boring book about computer coding, trying to waist my time away. I don't understand why I'm here or why it had to be me. I was just starting my last year of college and now all that stuff I did is pointless, if I knew this would happen to me, I wouldn't have done anything with it. Of course, maybe this happened because I had a goal in life, maybe it's just the unfairness of life people keep talking about.

I use to live thinking that if you didn't like what you're doing, then you should stop doing it. Life is to short to do stuff you don't like to do. But now I understand what others tried to tell me, that they couldn't do that because something was forcing them to stay where they were. And now I understand.

I sigh and lay the book face down on the bed and close my eyes, maybe I can finally get a restful sleep. As long as Saeran doesn't come back for a while.

I try to sleep, but I can't, theirs still to much going through my head. I sit up and look around the room. It's a plain room, not that much personal stuff. He probably keeps all his other stuff in the locked closet over there, or stored on his computer that's sitting on his desk.

I get up and sit back down at his deck and open the laptop.
Password protected...
Of course.
I guess a lot of average passwords but none of them were right. It's not like I can look around for clues for what his password is since it's all locked away.

I close the computer and spin in the swivel chair to face the other side of the room. The bed, side table, and door.

What am I even supposed to do here?