Chapter Quote: "It's ironic that the person I once trusted ended up stabbing me in the back."
The room was filled with silence. I refused to even glance at Alex because I know I would lose control of my anger. He finally broke the silence.
"I can explain-"
"What can you explain, Alex? There is nothing to explain. Why are you working with them? They killed my dad and burned that hotel. It's hard to tell what else!" My anger continued to rise; I managed to calm myself down.
"Your father wasn't a nice man. He hit you for years. Aren't you happy he's-"
"Dead?" I finish his sentence for him, finally making eye contact. "Even the cruelest person deserves a chance."
Alex turned his head away from me and rapidly tapped his foot against the hard, wet ground.
"You have to listen to me! Please just-"
"It's ironic that the person I once trusted ended up stabbing me in the back." I was referring to him. He used to be a great friend with a big heart. Maybe it was all an act, just like Nancy's death.
"You can still trust me."
"You're kidding."
My laughter filled the empty room. Only this time, my laugh was filled with venom.
"You're going to have to whether you like it or not. I'm your future husband and-"
"Are you listening to yourself? I'm NOT going to be your future anything!"
"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN! STOP INTERRUPTING EVERY WORD THAT COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH!"
I flinched at his words. I've never seen this side of Alex before. I nodded and he continued, "They are blackmailing me."
"Wha-"
"Just listen, please," he interjected.
I sat back further into my chair, preparing myself for the lies he was about to feed me.
"Every hug, every laugh, everything about our friendship was real. I never faked anything. They said they would hurt Austin and kill my mom if I didn't obey."
"That makes no sense. Why would they hurt Austin? Austin is-"
"They don't care. They're program is much more important than us, at least in their eyes," he said, running his fingers through his dark chocolate chunks called hair.
"What is this 'program'?"
"I wish I could tell you, but I can't. There would certainly be consequences."
Should I trust him?
"I'll leave you alone, in order for you to digest the information I've given you," Alex said, shutting the door. I noticed he hasn't locked it.
Did he purposely forget to lock the door?
My mind was full of questions, anxiously waiting to be answered. One of those questions involved the little piece of paper in my bra.
The paper revealed the layout of this underground 'lair'. It must be underground because, according to this paper, a ladder is located at the end of the hall. Plus, this place is very dark and dimly lighted.
This paper is my hope of escape. Thanks to Alex, I don't have to pick the lock.
I tip-toed my way to the door. Turning the knob slowly, I snuck my way through the halls.
These underground hallways are quite difficult to navigate, even with a layout.
I finally found the ladder, but then I heard, "SHE'S ESCAPED!" With that, I quickly climbed the ladder, opening the trap door on the ceiling.
This can't be?
Confusion invaded my mind, why is the trap door inside the police station?
I suddenly forgot what I was doing.
"SHE'S ON THE LADDER!" A man shouted, while climbing up the ladder. He grabbed my ankle before I could take off. I kicked the man in the face and ran towards the exit.
I was suddenly tackled by a police officer.
"I got her!"
Why did the police officer help them and not me? Why is the underground lair underneath the police station? What will my punishment be for escaping?
I still remembered what the man told me hours ago, "You better not escape. If you do, there will be consequences."
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~Sarah
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