Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 30 - Endless bullshit

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No one dares to move.

Marcus strides dangerously into the room. "Care to explain what's going on here?" he questions with an authoritative tone that sends shivers down my spine. My eyes trail off to the now seemly fascinating floor as I prefer to look anywhere but at Marcus. His presence alone sends my heart rate to dangerously high levels.

"Sir I-" Steven begins as his mind begins to warp some or other tall tale, but it's clear that Marcus has other plans.

"Not you. Her," he says.

While staring down at the array of dust specs scattered all over, I wait for Peggy to speak up. Yet a deafening silence takes over and curiosity lingers as to why Peggy cannot seem to form words. Against my better judgment, I decided to look up. Maybe a visual representation will put the confusion in an understanding perspective. Which it shockingly does. I look up only to meet three pairs of eyes haunting my vision.

I stare back half befuddled, half frightened. My eyes begin to search for the softest pupils and they latch onto Peggy's. Her eyes have a certain kindness to them which conveys a calmness over me. That calmness drastically abandons me as a voice forces my focus to shift.

"Today still," Marcus blatantly fractures the silence that sounded far more soothing than his imperious tone. 

"I... Umm..." I clear my throat as my voice comes out as a whisper and take a moment to think of a response. "It's all Steven's fault!" I blurt out against my will, yet I cannot say that I regret doing so.

"Sir it's-"

"Speak when spoken to," Marcus dangerously interjects.

He then shifts his attention back onto me, "Do elaborate your accusation."

Don't just stand there staring at the man like he's possessed. Answer him!... Jess yells and for once I actually decide to listen to her. "H-he umm... He s-said that..." I find myself stuttering. Actually stuttering like an illiterate fool.

I close my eyes and take a quick breath of some or other form of fresh air before opening my eyes to speak again. "Steven locked me in a room for three days, but before he did, he threw me to the ground and told me that it was Peggy's choice as to when I leave that room. I hated her for thinking that she left me there. Three days with no food or water. Three days of suffering!" my voice escalates due to anger and I stop speaking for a brief moment so that I don't end up yelling.

"Actually no..." I speak up again as a certain realization comes to mind. "I've been suffering for the past week. Each and every single day, for a week and it all leads to Steven." I whip my head in his direction as I spew his name. "He's constantly abusing me. Both physically and mentally and I've had enough." My eyes never leave Steven's. He stares back at me with hateful anger lingering in his features.

I feel a trickle of some sort gliding down my cheek and it doesn't take rocket science to know that I shed a tear, because of a tormented heart. I catch a glimpse of Peggy's face, only to see sad eyes staring back. Her thoughts are in hopeless turmoil. I can tell that she's battling emotions dying to burst out, to be free.

My head whips back towards Marcus. "I want it to stop. I know that I don't have the right to make demands, but if you want me to start 'cooperating', as you seem to call it, then it has to stop." A few more tears trickle down my face and I try to suppress any others that dare to commit the same crime.