Why Only He Sees(Jason McCann Love Story)

Interrogations

Stokes walked cautiously in and took the seat on the other side of the table, staring me down the whole time. I just glared at him. He seemed unsure of what exactly to say or how to start. After a moment of silence I started getting impatient.

"If your not going to say anything then leave." I demanded, my hands curling into fists on my lap.

His eyes narrowed.

"You must have felt pretty good about your self before we caught you." He said angrily.

"What are you talking about?" I asked in confusion.

"Callin' me like that. Making me believe you were innocent, that you were really trying to help me." He continued on as if I hadn't spoken. "Then you kill your guardian and lead me and three other people into a trap. An innocent man died, a good man, and that's your fault."

"I didn't call you and warn you not to go home because I had alternative motives! I didn't kill my guardian and I didn't set up that trap. I had no idea about any of it until I was given the job to watch you through the security cameras!" I defended.

Stokes' eyes widened in shock when he saw only truth in mine. He had really believed that I had tried to purposely deceive him.

And it was all true. In all honesty I wasn't sure why I had warned him at all. I just did, and when my guardian found out he had hit me out of anger in the face. He said that I was jeopardizing their whole operation with that one phone call. When I was taken from school and brought in to be interrogated, much like now, except it wasn't as intimidating, I wasn't all that surprised. Everything I told Nick that day had been true. I hadn't been trying to trick him. Then my guardian came to pick me up and everything got worse from there. He brought me to a warehouse he owned and once we got there Johnson and some of the others jumped him and killed him. They had said that he was doing his part in the fight. I wasn't stupid enough to believe that. They just used him, much like they were and probably will be used by whoever runs this whole fight. I'm not sure who it is, none of us really knew. We just did what we were told. They gave me the job of making sure that Nick and the others didn't get out after they had set the trap, a job I took reluctantly. But then they had somehow escaped and figured out a way to call and track me, that was all my fault because I had called Nick on my cell phone, leaving Johnson and I scrambling to get away.

"You had to of. Why else would you call me?" Stokes asked, clearly confused

"I don't know why I called you!" I explained, feeling like I was repeating myself. "So can you please just be grateful and get on with your life?"

Some anger flashed in his eyes and he stood up, put his hands on the table, and leaned forward.

"No, unfortunately, I can't 'just get on with my life', because your people are still out they're trying to kill me and my friends. Now you can help us and tell us what they are planning next, or we're going to put you back in your cell." He threatened.

I drummed my fingers on the table in irritation. This was going to be a problem.

"I don't know what their planning next," I admitted. "Since the day I called you they have been very tight lipped around me. I was just helping Johnson make the bombs."

Stokes closed his eyes and heavily sat down back on his chair.

"So you don't know anything?" He asked tensely. I could tell he was really hoping he could get some useful information out of me.

"No, and even if I did, which I don't," I added so I wouldn't be bombarded with questions I couldn't answer. "I wouldn't tell you."

He opened his eyes and I saw an emotion in them that I hadn't expected: regret.