I Choose You

Chapter Thirty Four - Imposter

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"You really think this is it?" John said, whispering. he held a gun in one hand and a crow bar in the other, hip pushed against the door.

"I think so," his partner, Fred, said. I held up my fingers, counting. On three, I nodded, and John pushed the door open, yelling something about a gun. We have a lead.

Paige, Danni, John and a few other people did some intense research, and we thought that Phillip lived here. It was almost positive. Our plan was to barge in and kill or whatever was needed to get rid of this man, to stop him from hurting me.

I follow behind the armed men, walking slowly and low, speeding up when they did. They had the guns. "Hello?" a croaking voice said, clanging coming from the back.

"Get him!' John screamed, charging towards the noise. I ran after him, determined to meet him face-to-face. We got into the room with the noise, only to see the back of a black chair. Suddenly, it spun, revealing an old man. He grabbed his chest and gasped, then fixed his glasses with the other hand. he squinted.

"Who are you?" he got up, walking towards me, grabbing my face.

"Unhand him." Fred demanded, in a strong voice.

"You ain't my grandson," the man said, looking of the rim of his glasses.

"Damn straight," my voice was shaking.

"Then who are you?"

"You should know, Phillip." I said, angry.

"I'm Brad!" the old man gave me a look, staring at John's gun. "No need for violence." he pointed to the gun.

"Just like there was totally no need for what you caused little Alex over here?"

"I have no idea who this boy is," the man complained, plopping back in his chair.

"Seriously, mates, he's too old," I said, looking over the man once again.

"Hey!"

"Shut it, I'm helping you out." The man nodded, then went back to playing his computer game. He clicked the mouse as a card went flying across the green background, the speakers letting out a click-type noise.

"You sure, Mr. Bertie?"

"Yes, I'm sure." I nodded, then apologized to Brad, walking out of the house. I went down the steps and the sidewalk, getting into our car. I sat in the back, slumping in my seat. I was extremely upset. Our lead was nothing but a step back, and we didn't get any clues. Plus, we almost gave the old guy a heart attack! I still didn't have my family, and my house was constantly under uncomfortable and terrifyingly creepy silence. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't even go anywhere else, in fear of losing another loved one. My phone buzzed. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the screen, then put it back down, not caring about anything.

The car doors opened, John and Fred coming in. "Sorry," Fred said, starting up the engine. My phone buzzed again. I picked it up: it was Paige.

Phil was the one who you talked to with WWP. he released it all. his card has been suspended, and he cant come back. how's the mission?

I took in a sharp breath, causing John to turn and look at me.

"What?"

"Phillip."

"Yes, and?"

"He was the one who I talked to at Witness Protection those days ago. He released it all."

"How do you know," Fred piped in.

"Paige told me, I dunno."

"Oh, okay," I saw Fred's shoulders relax as he drove, keeping his head straight. John looked at me inquisitively.

"His card has been suspended." I picked up my phone and answered:

Total fail. was some old guy. whats our guy look like?

A minute later, my phone vibrated again.

idk. no one seems to know................

I dropped my phone. How could no one know?

"SO, this means we know him for real this time!" John said.

"Think again."

"What?"

"Yea. . .Paige said no one seems to know what he looks like. I guess they checked the cameras."

"But how could they not?"

"Hat?"

"Its true," added Fred, "Our cameras have sucky angels, which is stupid for WWP, but either ay, I someone happened to have a ball cap or some sort of thing on their head, or even covering their mouths or something, we wouldn't be able to see them. As for everyone else, he probably paid them off."

"But isn't that illegal?"

"This guy's middle name is illegal, Alex, can't you tell?"

"But, like, towards them, too? For taking it, I mean," I asked.

"If no one finds out, no, its not."

"So what I'm hearing is this is yet another thing he's getting away with? As if what he already did wasn't enough hell."

"Yea, basically," Fred said, stopping at a red light. I banged my head on the window, then punched the seat next to me. I was mad. I was angry. I was furious - more than that. This man has been torturing me for weeks, months, days and has almost killed me or someone else numerous times. HE gives away information to the media and pretends to be someone he isn't, yet gets away with it all. In the end, all I do is suffer. I suffer to no avail. There was nothing I could do. I was helpless. A helpless little boy who could control shit in his life. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. All this effort, all this looking after has done nothing. All for nothing. Just another nothing to add to my already-nothing thing you call life. I had nothing for a family, nothing for evidence, nothing for a lead, nothing that resulted from all this except a large vat of nothing. I was nothing. I might as might been nothing, right? Why was I here?

My phone buzzed, nearly giving mea heart attack.

We have another lead. may or not work but get here fast!!! Im pretty sure this is super super so so helpful to you! We may have this guy!

[A/N: So, there's a lot of dialogue here. I try not to write a chapter of dialogue with -0 feelings of the main character, but once and a while will be okay.

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