I Don't Kill & Tell

Chapter 3

Chapter 3.

Tori's P.O.V.

“Is that it?” I asked, annoyed that there was nothing about the charges.

Mason turned in his chair to face me, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s it.”

I slammed my hand down on the oak desk, frustrated and angry. I jumped up from my seat and began to pace back and forth across the dark carpet. Why wasn’t there any mention of the charges? It must be something bad. Something really bad.

“God damn it!”

“Tor, calm down.” Mason said. “And you’re gunna tear the carpet with your pacing.”

I stopped and turned on my heel, throwing my gaze at him. “Shut it shrimpy!” Mason raised his hands in mock surrender. “I’m sorry,” I apologized.

“It’s fine,” he replied before turning back to his multiple computer screens and technology.

What could he have done that was so bad he wasn’t ever going to get out? Was it really possible that you could be locked up for the rest of your life? Considering Ryder’s situation, I guess it was.

I grabbed my hair in both hands with frustration. It was annoying me to no end. The letter clearly hinted that Ryder was going to be needed. But if there was no way that he could come out of prison sooner, then how could he help? I had three months to save my parents. To save the parents I never knew I had.

Everything was spiraling round my head, weighing me down as I tried to make sense of everything. After so long of thinking your parents are dead it comes as a shock when you find out they’re alive. Especially to find out the lives you never realized they had were in your hands.

I was too lost up in my thoughts that I didn’t realize that Mason was touching me, his fingers lightly gripping my shoulder. My panic must have been clear on my face as he apologized saying he forgot. But even so, he shouldn’t have been able to startle me like he did.

“I’m surprised that I surprised you.” Mason said.

“Me too.” I sighed.

“Sorry, again.”

I sighed, “Its fine. I’m just stressed; I just need Ryder out of prison.”

“We’ll figure something out,” he said, this thumb moving gently across my upper back.

“We better do, and soon.”

Deciding that it was best to head to the gym, that’s exactly what I did. I needed to do something to distract myself from the letter and the pictures. It was too much to take in at once. Saying goodbye to Mason, I headed down the stairs to gym that had been built in the basement.

Lucky for me I didn’t need to head to my room to change. I was already changed in hot pants and long top which covered the many scars that littered my skin, as before I received the letter, it was my plan to head to the gym.

Having your own gym was one of the perks of working for the Secret Agent otherwise known as the SA. Like any of my co-workers we didn’t join by choice but against our will.  Sure it wasn’t all that bad, but if you had family then you couldn’t contact them and the SA would fake your death. You were dead to anyone you knew outside of the SA.

I didn’t slow my pace down to stare at the passing interior design. It wasn’t much to look at anyway. A few pictures, paintings and that were about it. Like most walls in the house they were painted cream, making the house feel larger than it was.

The house was like any of your typical houses, apart from the fact that it was in the middle of nowhere, and security was pretty high-tech. Of course, there were hidden weapons dotted around the house in case of some emergency. You never know who held a grudge against you or the SA and wanted revenge.