Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 14 - Extremely outraged

Steven stands only a few inches away from Peggy, his eyes burrowing into hers.

"I may be your guardian, but I'm no saint. Do not expect a knight in shining armor either. I don't save people, quite the opposite actually. You've been here what, two years? I've been doing this for five. I know my shit and I told you the bitch did it to herself!" Steven's voice for some or other reason grew with anger. Which is odd as he knows that he's lying. So why the sudden abrasive behavior?

"That so-called 'bitch' just so happens to be under my supervision, under my care and whatever I say goes! So do yourself the favor and stop going against everything I tell you. Or need I report this situation to Marcus?"

"You know what," he begins, but something inside that empty head of his clicks and his tone changes. "Believe whatever you want to, but I have other shit to do. I don't have time for this." With that said, he turns around and walks to the door.

"Why the fuck did he tell her," I hear him mumble, clearly not wanting anyone to hear him, except I do. He exits the little room, slamming the door shut.

He must be off to confront Frank. It's the only thing that makes sense right now. But why get so worked up about the fact that he told Peggy? It's not like he cares. Why did Frank even tell Peggy? Isn't Steven his partner or something like that? So much questions. So little answers.

Realizing that it's just Peggy and me in the little room now, awkwardness takes over. What do I say? What do I do? Do I walk over and sit on the chair or do I keep standing here?

"Does he truly believe that I'm that ignorant?" Peggy questions breaking the silence even though she's mostly speaking to herself.

"If I ever end up needing a brain transplant, give me Steven's. He's clearly not using his," I joke, trying to change the atmosphere in the little room. Peggy gives light laughs while shaking her head.

"You can go and sit on the bed. You don't have to keep standing there," she says once noticing my awkward dilemma. I do as she instructs and sit on the bed facing towards her. "So," she drags the chair till in front of the bed, "tell me everything that happened."

Straight to the point huh. Well, if you insist.

She doesn't sit down, instead, she moves closer to me and starts to take a look at the bruises. "Okay... uhm. You were here for a few of the incidents. When you left to get those other tools, Steven attempted to strip off my clothing. I refused, wanting to wait for your return and ended up punching and kicking him, then I ran for the door. He shoved me into the wall and my body went limp. Then Marcus showed up, then you and well we know how that all went down. So-" I pause during my story, suddenly remembering something. It's a question that has been eating away inside of me for an entire day now.

Peggy notices my pause and stops looking at the bruises. Her gaze meets mine and I can tell that she's confused. She stares at me, waiting for me to continue.

"Uhm, when Marcus came in yesterday before you did, he saw my limp body and scowled at Steven," I begin nervously. Will Peggy answer my question or will she cover it up and tell me how it's of no importance?

"Serves him right. He knows not to hurt the girls and Marcus is extremely strict on that. I'm glad he got caught," Peggy says slightly amused.

"Marcus said that I'm worth nothing if I'm dead. What did he mean by that? I thought that he had no problem killing us? He made that very clear two days ago. I strictly remember him saying that we should 'pick the weapon and he'll make it long and painful'. So why get so worried about us getting hurt? And-" I can't stop my curious thoughts from flowing. My head contains thousands of questions and I have to get them out.