Justin Bieber. My Criminal (On Hold)

Chapter 7: Confrontation

Jane

'We need to talk'

With that I turned away stalking back downstairs. It took me alot to just climb up and down stairs these past days.

The tension was knitting tighter than ever, every nerve of my body screamed fatigue. I had to lay down soon but first I was going to straighten something with Mr hunt. This situation was getting out of hand.

The Tv chimmed at a nature channel. I haven't changed the channel, scared of what I might see next. What if I was a suspect already accused of a felony.

My life was already in shambles, I didn't want this kind of attention for me. I had alot of people depending on me.

Whatever was happening outside my door, I didn't want to find out.

Footsteps sounded from the staircase and I didn't turn around to face him. I had questions I needed to be answered but couldn't muster the courage to ask.

'Breathe jane,you can do this. Breathe'

I turned around and sat on the couch finally facing him but my eyes looked down.

I didn't want him anywhere near me but there wasn't much furniture in the living room.

After another breath, I slowly raised my hand and patted the space on the couch signalling him to sit.

A few minutes passed and he still stood by the stair rail.

'Could you please come over here so we could talk.'

I hated the disdain in my pleading voice. By all means, I should've been demanding answers but here I was, pleading with him.

'You said you wanted to talk Jane,here I am, don't dictate to me of where I should do my talking.'

The man was trying my will and patience. How dare he talk to me like that?

The audacity!

My eyes stole to his in fury, 'you're occupying my house Mr hunt, I would tell you what,where and when. So if you'd like a roof over you and your accomplice tonight, you will abandon your attitude and follow instructions.'

I didn't like raising my voice to anyone but circumstances bring a side of you sometimes. And right now, my situation was in dire need of prejudice.

He sighed and took small steps towards me.

'I'm sorry Jane, that was rude. I think we're both tired and have no energy to do more.
If you'd like, I could let you sleep for a while then when we're both rested, we'll have a length of words that'll never end.'

'I don't know what you just said Mr hunt, but if that was sarcasm I detected in your words, it was poorly done and it's not going to get you out of this.'

A hint of smile showed on his lips but was too strained to reach his eyes.

He covered the space between us and sat at the far side of the couch, avoiding any touch of contact. Only his eyes looked to me.

I studied his body language and it seemed he was either nervous or scared. His legs were crossed and faced away from me.

He didn't trust me.

And he was the intruder,

funny.

'What would you like to know?' He asked

Now that I had the opportunity right before me, I couldn't bring myself to ask.

My silence persisted broken only by the sounds from the TV.

'So how did you get here?' The words stick to my mouth but I force them out. Better I asked the questions before he chose it as a chance to turn the tables on me.

'A car,' he says gruffly.

A raise of my eyebrows signals him to say more.

'Two days ago, around midnight, we broke out of the prison where a black Volkswagen awaited us and that's that.'

He didn't want to dwell on the subject, didn't want to explain their escape. It didn't matter to me anyway, that's not what I wanted to know.

'How do you know my uncle?'

'I already told you that. Your uncle and I aren't friends Jane, he was imprisoned in as well and got to know bieber in their shared cell.

He told us about you, don't know why, so don't even ask. All he said was to show up here and protect you.'

'Protect me from what?' I sputtered.

'We didn't exactly have time for small talk, we were running out of time.'

I couldn't my ears.

'Is that the only time you've met my uncle? The day you were breaking out?
Surely you must have exchanged some information before the escape, I mean, you just said bieber shared a cell with him,' I pointed out,

'He must have said something'

'If he did say something Jane, he told it to justin, not me.'

I stood up angry at the way he was avoiding to answer.

'Why are holding back, two days ago, you said you'd explain everything that was going on and now you're avoiding every question with some lame answer.'

The anger was turning to fury. My exhaustion was finally showing and I directed every bit of strained nerve to the man in my house.

'You were the outside guy, the person who was supposed to break them out. So don't you dare deny it. That means you know what happened in that period of time my uncle was in there and whatever he shared with you or bieber clearly involves me so I would really like for you to squash your trust issues right now and tell me what the hell is going on.'

When he said nothing, I debated for myself.

'If I'm supposed to help figure everything out, I want to know from scratch.

Because I'm supposed to be the one withholding information, the one who's supposed to have trust issues. The one who's house got knocked on with a half dead man dragged along by another dude who claims he knows my uncle!'

He just sat there, letting me rant and finally silence settled in.

The seconds ticked by, my breathing laboured and coming out of my mouth in pants.

'You're right Jane, I don't trust you.'

That's all he said as the door got rattled and banged on.

We both turned towards it and feared for the same thing.

Were the cops finally here?

A unmistakable yell came from the other side.

'Jane if you do not open this door now, I will break it open and torture you to death!'

Vanessa.