Blinded In Chains -Synacky-

Chapter 27

Zacky’s POV

‘Are you going to talk to me, or are we just gonna sit here?’ I looked up and met the eyes of the woman that was interrogating me, before lowering my eyes back to the table in front of me.

She was annoying the fuck out of me, asking me the stupidest questions and saying the most irrelevant stuff in order to try and make me talk; but I wouldn’t. I had nothing to say to her… Or more importantly, I didn’t know what I was supposed to say.

‘What is there to say?’ I said, looking up at her now and sitting back in the incredibly uncomfortable chair. I was almost glaring at her, my tongue in my cheek and my arms folded across my chest. She sighed, shaking her head.

‘You do realize that we’re not accusing you of anything here,’ she reminded me, and I rolled my eyes.

‘Yes, I realize that,’ I muttered. ‘Just asking questions,’ I said in a mocking interpretation of her deep voice. She raised an eyebrow at me, and I just smirked. I was getting on her nerves too, apparently.

‘Well I still don’t understand why you’re not telling me anything,’ she said matter-of-factly, and I felt like smashing my head repeatedly against the table I was sitting at.

‘Because I have nothing to fucking tell you!’ I spat, my expression hardening into a full scowl.

She looked at me in exasperation, before speaking with a slightly more irritated tone to her voice.

‘So, you’ve been kidnapped for almost two months and you have nothing to say about it? Nothing at all?’ I sighed, feeling my blood starting to boil as she continued to speak. ‘The son of a bitch that kidnapped you is talking, so why aren’t you?’

I snapped my head up and stared right into her eyes, my eyes glinting with anger at her words.

‘Don’t fucking talk about him like that,’ I hissed, and she blinked, taken aback.

‘Excuse me?’ She asked, as my anger seemed to evaporate as Brian once again entered my mind.

‘He’s a good person,’ I whispered, sniffling as I attempted to push my oncoming tears back. It was so tempting, so hard not to just say that I had killed Gena, that it was all my fault… But no. I’d made a promise and, even if I never saw Brian again, I would keep that promise.

‘He’s a kidnapper, rapist and murderer, I don’t think that could be classed good in anyone’s book,’ the woman said, and I balled my hands up into fists at my sides, gritting my teeth.

‘He is a good person,’ I repeated, more venom seeping into my voice now. She just sighed, shaking her head before standing up.

‘I’ll be back,’ she said, and then she hurriedly left the room. And that was just about when I slammed my head down onto the table and broke down in tears. I’d ruined everything.

*

‘We managed to get hold of your family,’ said an unfamiliar voice, causing me to look up from the table and towards the doorway of the harshly-lit room, to see a muscly black cop standing there leaning against there the doorframe. ‘They’re out here.’

I sprung up from the chair I was in and bolted out of the room, shoving past the black guy and out into the hallway, where I came face to face with my dad, Matt, and Zina. I didn’t spare a moment to think as I threw myself at my family, laughing and crying with them as they hugged me. The quiet mumbled of ‘I missed you’ and ‘I’m so glad you’re okay’ floated into my ears, and I couldn’t actually get the smile to leave my face.

‘It’s good to have you back, son,’ my dad said as he pulled away, his hands on my shoulders as he smiled wider than I’d seen in years. Matt stood there grinning like an idiot with our crying sister, and I engulfed them both in another hug.