Glitches

Chapter 13 - Trust me

Miranda looked to both sides when we reached the end of the hallway.

"This way," she mouthed, before turning left, keeping her body pressed against the white wall. Sam and I gave each other a quick glance and began to follow her, running close to the wall as well. When we reached Miranda, Sam gently grabbed her shoulder, making her turn around with an annoyed expression planted on her face.

"What?" she hissed, yanking her shoulder away from him.

Sam slowly lowered his arm, looking at her with one brow raised. "Care to tell us the plan?"

"I will," she defended. "Just... Not here."

"Then where?" I huffed. "We don't even know you. How can we know that you aren't sending us to our death?"

Miranda quickly stepped closer to me, our faces only inches apart. And she hissed in a dangerous tone: "Listen here Shortie. I saved your life back there. When you ran for your lives, I could just have let you pass. And then you wouldn't be more than a bunch of scrap now. If I wanted you death, I would have gotten rid of you a long time ago. Got it?"

I would lie if I said that I didn't feel intimidated by her, but I wouldn't give her the pleasure of seeing me waver. Instead I slowly backed away, not breaking eye contact with her.

"Fine"

Miranda's expression suddenly changed from threatening to thoughtful, confusing me a little.

"Just... Just trust me. Okay?" she said, something I couldn't put my finger on laced to her voice.

Something made me think that Miranda never had someone who had trusted her before this. And even if I didn't like it, I did trust her.

"Okay," I sighed, letting myself relax a bit. "I trust you. I just want to know what's going to happen."

"You will. We just need to find a place where we can hide in a couple of minutes," Miranda clarified, turning around and walked down the corridor again.

Sam looked down at me, letting out a sight, while scanning my face.

"Do you really trust her?"

I frowned looking at Miranda's body, which was slowly getting smaller, as she moved along the wall. Turning my head, I met Sam's gaze.

"We don't really have a choice, do we?"

Pursing his lips, Sam nodded, before he began to follow after Miranda with me right behind. We quickly reached her where the two hallways met. She was looking to the left, the sound of footsteps coming from that direction.

"This way," she whispered, running to the right.

"This better work," I muttered, once again following Miranda.

After what felt like hundreds of turns, Miranda finally stopped, opening a door similar to the one at the monitoring room.

"In here quickly!" she ordered, looking flurried to both sides.

Sam was the first one to enter, me quickly following after. When I was inside, Miranda almost jumped in, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

The room was small, dark, and with waterpipes along the wall, filling up most of the room. It was almost identic to the one she had pulled us into when she saved us from the guards.

"I hate small rooms," Sam complained, his hot breath hitting my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Quit whining. These rooms are the only ones without cameras," Miranda whispered.