Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 21 - For the last time

I see the wheels turning in the lieutenants head. Steven, on the other hand, seems agitated.

"If you recently went and fetched her from a psychiatric ward as you claim and you're on your way to a so-called 'new facility', why is this the clothing she happens to be wearing?" My eyes dart down to my body, realizing that he is in fact correct.

No one wears shorts, tank tops, and sneakers in a mental asylum. But knowing Steven, he'll most likely web some tall tale of this outfit being my doing. The lengths he'll go through to play the victim never fails to amaze me.

"She begged to wear that and I thought of granting her one wish before we reach the facility," he says trying to keep his composure.

"And you claim that she's family. Shouldn't family at least know each other's names? Because not once did I hear you mention hers." The lieutenant states while observing Steven's reactions.

He's still on my side, thank God.

"Listen, you're really wasting my fucking time. Now let go of her so that we can leave," Steven grits through clenched teeth and without missing a beat the lieutenant's hold on me tightens.

"No you listen. I don't buy this whole PPD bullshit. Something is going on here and a psychiatric ward has nothing to do with it." The lieutenant says in a low threatening voice as he pushes me behind him.

Without thinking, my hands go up to clinch the back of his t-shirt as if to hold him in place, to make sure he doesn't leave me, he's my only shield against the monster standing before the both of us. For the first time in days, I truly feel safe and it's a feeling I don't want to lose.

"Hand over the fucking girl before you regret it," Steven grits dangerously as he nears us and I instantly shrink behind the lieutenant. He pushes out his chest and nears Steven to show a dominance of the situation, forcing me to let go of his t-shirt in the process, "The girl's not going anywhere. I don't trust you."

"Come. Now." Steven demands as he tilts his head and stares straight at me.

Those eyes are so wicked.

"I just said that she's not going anywhere with you. Or what.. Were you dropped as a baby?" The lieutenant questions as he steps dangerously even closer to Steven. "No he was thrown against a brick wall.." I murmur from behind the lieutenant.

The intention was not to say it so blankly. In fact, I never meant to say anything in the first place. Sometimes my thoughts get the better of me and my mouth blurts out words meant to stay unspoken. Sadly they both hear me.

"Are you sure about that, hell cat? You should check yourself first. Mirrors don't lie and luckily for you, they don't laugh either," Steven sarcastically replies with a mockingly raised brow.

"Out of 250 million sperm cells, you won?" I comment and his gaze immediately hardens. "Your sarcastic remarks won't last forever hell cat. So I suggest you shut up and get in the damn vehicle right now!" He says as he pushes the lieutenant out of his way and grabs at my arm. Since the bruises haven't faded the slightest bit, a pain shoots throughout my arm and I cannot prevent myself from letting out a scream.

As if on cue, the lieutenant turns and rips Steven's hand from my skin. The lack of contact giving a sense of relief. "You did kidnap her, didn't you?... Didn't you!?" he yells as his face nears Steven's. My head shakes frantically up and down answering his question. Which is downright pathetic, as neither of them is focused on my actions nor reactions.

"What's your name? Your full name?" The lieutenant asks as his head snaps towards me.

Oh, I guess I was wrong then.