But, None Of That Matters.

Chapter 22- Truth

I'm sitting in this room, that is not 'John's office', and my wrists are rudely shackled to the table.

I'll be honest, I'm scared for my life.

Please, don't let me die! Although it's not possible, Caspian and Luke would only kill me again for dying without making up with them. And I really don't want to see the result of their wrath...

Doing nothing has never been so exhausting, but I can't put my head on the table and sleep because that would put me in a vulnerable position.

But, I'm also restless. Who will come through the door next?

What will they do?! Would they kill or torture me?! Surely, this isn't that kind of place.

But, why would they treat me like this? I'm only a first-year college student! Wait... Do they know that?

I mean, I did claim to work for Buckstars, but that isn't that big of a crime, is it?

Oh, I don't know!!

What was I thinking?! There was never a chance that I'd find out a thing about this place, just by walking in! I needed to have planned something better than this.

I should have asked Caspian and Luke for help...

I'm an idiot.

The door's handle moved. I straightened my posture before the face appeared.

"My superior is coming to ask questions. Don't piss him off, he isn't as nice as he looks." The thug grunted.

"Okay."

"Did I give you permission to speak?!"

I responded with a quick shake of my head.

I'm petrified.

How scary is his superior going to be, when this guy is already such a brute?!

Oh, someone please save me!

I'm thankful that my thoughts remain unspoken as I'm sure there's someone behind that opaque glass, framed by not-so-friendlys planks of silver.

I hear faint murmurs coming from the corridor.

They're getting closer.

They reach a stop directly outside the room. What they're talking about is still muffled, so I can't work out what they're saying.

The door clicks, announcing a person's presence, which I have no choice but to be aware of.

Too nervous to pull my head up; I stare down at the table-top.

Slow-paced footsteps.

Long breaths.

He stands opposite me, but I daren't look at his face...

"Hello." His voice is cold, yet familiar. "Did you come here looking for trouble? Or were you just messing around? Because, this is not a playground."

I know this voice.

I definitely know this voice.

Before I had the nerve to lift my chin, the interrogator leant over the table until his mouth was next to my ear.

"Play along, Edward. Deny everything."

James.

I moved back, initially from shock and confusion.