Ashley: ...Um, hi! If you happened to read my profile, you would have noticed I promised this chapter would be out long before now. I'm sorry about that. I didn't notice how busy the end of the school year would be. But now I'm out of school and ready to write the last two chapters. I owe the writing of this chapter to...the Rent soundtrack. Which I'm playing right now...
Disclaimer: Remember: "You are what you own." (Rent) And don't own Holes.
Chapter Eleven: Realizing What Is Around You
No way. This could not be happening. I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming. I was going to wake up any moment now. Any moment.
I closed my eyes and then turned around to face Squid. Nope. Still there. How could this not be a dream? "Squid." I said his name as a warning, warning him about what he was going to get into.
"I want to know. I want to help."
I looked down, contemplating on whether or not to tell him everything. I couldn't tell him I was a FBI agent. It would be breaking the rules. But could I trust him with everything else? "How much did you hear?"
"Someone...is trying to...kill you?" He looked like he didn't know if he was saying the right thing.
"Yeah, yeah. Someone is trying to kill me." Matt and Ashley looked at me as if I was crazy telling him that. "I don't know exactly who."
"Am I a suspect for trying to kill you?"
It never came up in my mind before then. But as soon as he said that, I shivered. He could have been the one trying to kill me. Why did I just tell him I knew!
He must have noticed the scared look on my face, because he hastily said, "No, no, no! I'm not trying to kill you. I just want to help."
He walked over to me, and looked right in my eyes. Maybe to break me down, maybe to show me he was serious. "Kristina." Him saying my name took me a bit off guard. He never said my actual name since I got my nickname. But we both knew this situation was too serious for stupid nicknames. "Sure we fight...a lot." At that I had to hold back a smile. "But that doesn't mean I would want to kill you...even if you sometimes do get on my nerves. So, who is trying to kill you?"
"I-I'm not sure. Do you know a John Holdenstein?" I suddenly became aware of where I was actually conversing about this subject. "And I don't think you should answer that here." I rounded the corner into the nearest tent, and then turned to Squid. "You know anything?"
"No," he said simply. I suddenly wished that he said more than one word. I wanted details. I wanted to hear that he knew everything.
I sighed, leaning against the side of the tent, not even caring if collapsed and I fell through. Needless to say, I didn't, but still. "I don't know anything," I muttered, "This is so frustrating."
"We need to get to a computer," Ashley suddenly said.
I looked over at her and shook my head. "But where are we going to get one?" I didn't want it to seem like the situation was hopeless, but let's face it, it's so hopeless that I don't even know if I'm going to survive it.
Squid just stood there, staring at me as I worried but a future murder (well, I hope not). Yeah, not a typical situation. "Hey, don't worry, be happy," Squid said, as I looked over at him.
"What? You becoming a counselor or something?" I asked him sardonically. I was becoming a "Sardonesaurus". Ha. Not funny.
"No, but I am trying to help. This is just me being serious."
Squid being serious? Ha, once again. "Serious. Mm-hmm. Go on."
"Anyway," he said, sending me a glare, "This John guy is not going to kill you. First of all, you're at a camp. There are people all around. Now, how could this random axe murderer-"
"Since when were we talking about an axe murderer? I thought it was only a guy who wanted to kill me, and now it's an axe murderer?"
"Kristina," Squid said, through clenched teeth, "Let me finish what I was going to say."
"Sure, fine, whatever, great..." I said, offhandedly.
"Anyway." He started again. "You have two friends over there, doing everything they can to help you. You have all these people at the camp. And I'll help too. Tell me what to do, and I'll help."
"Sentimental moment, everyone. Group hug!" I looked over at Matt, who had just said the lamest thing I've ever heard.
"Matt, shut up."
Squid turned to me again and said, slowly, "Okay. If you let me talk for once, I have an idea." I just nodded, with a smile. "There are people in the Wreck Room. Which means, if the random killer dude comes in there, he can't get to you. And we might be able to question some people too."
"Great idea. Let's go," Ashley said, before I had any time to make a comment. Dang.
We were right at the door of the Wreck Room when I suddenly realized something. "Guys." I stopped before I got to the door. They all turned to look at me. "What if-well-my "supposed killer" is one of the guys...in my tent?"
I could tell that they didn't know what to say. Why didn't I think of this before? If I thought Squid was the killer, then any of the other guys could be too. What if they had been watching me, waiting...waiting for the right time...to kill me.
"Is it just me, guys, or is Kristina here getting a little paranoid?" Squid said.
Okay. Not the comment I expected. "Paranoid? I'm just thinking logically." I said simply, well, not simply. I said logically. There.
"All right. Logically and somewhat paranoid-like." I rolled my eyes. "Listen, I know those guys. I've known them longer than you have. And trust me, I don't think they would ever be sent here before you, waiting for you to get sent here, and then try to kill you."
"So, what you're saying is-" Matt spoke up. "This killer dude was sent here after Kristina."
Whoa. Logical thought from Matt. Let's all applaud. Wait. Who was sent here after me? Just...Haywood? But he was just too obvious. It couldn't be him, could it? "Anyone else other than Haywood that got sent here after me?"
I didn't even really look up to know that Matt raised his hand. "Matt, put your hand down," I said in monotone. Oh well. At least he was thinking logically for awhile.
"Hey, who's that?" I looked over at Ashley, who was looking at that Pendanski guy. He was running over to us, looking really...dorky. Hopefully, he wasn't trying to give me another letter from Alexa.
He ran up to us and then stopped to catch his breath. We just stared at him. I checked my watch after awhile, growing a little impatient. "Ashley?" he finally asked.
"Yes?"
The Pendanski guy straightened up and finally stopped catching his breath. Wow, that took him like a whole minute. Sad really. "There isn't another bus leaving from Camp Green Lake until tomorrow."
That wasn't good. "So, what am I supposed to do? Stay here overnight?" Ashley asked. Hmm...that or...run away. Run away to find a bus. That really makes sense.
"Well, the Warden graciously offered you the main office bedroom, where Mr. Sir usually sleeps." I really wanted to ask why Mr. Sir didn't sleep with the other counselors, but never got the time. "It leads off the main office. And, of course, Mr. Sir is moving into the counselor's tent for tonight!"
He said this all with such enthusiasm, I just stared at him.
"Umm...okay. Thank you?" Ashley said, obviously startled by his abnormal quirkiness.
Then he just ran off. It was almost randomly. Didn't even say goodbye or anything. I stick to my judgment of him being really strange.
Once he ran off, I spoke up. "They're trying to make a good impression. That's why they have you in the main office bedroom." Then it just came to me. The main office. The office with a computer. With the filing cabinets loaded with information of everyone here. "This is...genius."
Squid stared at me like I was crazy. "Yeah, sure. Making a good impression is always genius," he said sarcastically.
"No, idiot. She's staying in the main office. With the computer and files and everything."
"So, we can do some researching," Ashley concluded. We started to walk back over to the tent, forgetting all about talking to people in the Wreck Room.
"And stay up all night with microwave popcorn!" Matt chimed in with a huge smile.
"Uh...Matt? We don't have any microwave popcorn," I reminded him. Sometimes he was just so annoying and clueless and weird, I wanted to hit him over the head.
"Well, can we have an all-nighter without popcorn then?"
"Seems like it," I exclaimed. Oh, this was gonna be fun.
"Yes!" Matt began parading around.
"Hey. I'm coming too."
I stopped at the top step of the tent and turned around to face Squid. "Oh no you're not. You're not part of the..." I looked for the right word. I couldn't just use FBI. So what the heck could I use? 'Team' sounded lame. A team of superheroes going off to fight crime and fight for justice. Yeah right. "...team." I can't believe I used that word.
He raised an eyebrow. "What team?"
We walked into the tent, stopping by the entrance to continue our talk. "Well, you know. The team." Great, "the team" doesn't sound anymore lame than team.
"Aren't I part of the team?" I was really beginning to hate that word now. "I mean, I know everything."
Well, actually, you don't. I almost said that, but stopped myself. "Listen, you can't come. It's...complicated. We can't all sneak into the main office." It was a lame excuse but maybe it would work.
"Oh come on! That makes absolutely no sense."
I just shook my head. "Sorry."
He made a frustrated scream sort of thing, and I could tell he was trying so hard to not yell. "You frustrate me."
"Never would have guessed that," I said without a beat of hesitation. I realized that maybe that wasn't the best thing to say right after I said it.
"Hey guys." I turned around to see Magnet to walk in and save me from listening to Squid yell.
"What are you doing here?" I basically snapped at him. I was getting as frustrated as everyone else too. This was just a frustrating situation.
"Umm.." He looked taken back. "It's night now. See?" He gestured outside, and I looked out quickly to see the sun's rays just barely showing over the horizon. It wasn't actually night, by my terms, but I guess it was here.
"Oh," was all I had to say.
"I'd better get going," Ashley said, taking a step outside. She turned around for a second to show me 'twelve' with her hands. Midnight. Got it.
All the other guys slowly filed in and looked at Matt, and then back at me with a strange look on their faces. I guess they were still confused about dinner. Matt shook his head and them and simply left.
I watched as the guys continued to steal glances at me. Oh well. Let them think what they are. I would soon have the answers, and finally will be able to leave this camp.
This reminded me of when I had to meet Matt at midnight. Lying in bed, staring at my watch, watching the seconds blink at me. 11:50 and 24 seconds. I decided that I was going to leave at 11:55 to give me five minutes to sneak off to main office. Random things popped in my head while trying to pass time. Clay Aiken (when will his next concert be?), Broadway (how cool would it be to see a Broadway show?), American Idol (Constantine was so much better than Scott and Anthony), my parents (I wonder if the FBI actually explained all this stuff to them), my friends (why did they have to come here?), Rent (Adam Pascal is pretty hot...), choir (wonder how the musical turned out), House (I miss that show), how it was going to end here at Camp Green Lake. What was going to happen? Was I going to win? How was I going to win? Can I win? What is winning exactly? How can you win a game of life or death? It wasn't even a game. What would all the guys think? Would they hate me? What would change? I don't even know. I quickly checked my watch. 11:54 and 52 seconds. Time to go...
I carefully stood up, trying to be as quiet as possible. Especially with Squid in the same room and would probably want to come if he woke up. If I snuck out now, he'd never know and wouldn't follow.
I grabbed my shoes and slowly walked over to the entrance of the tent. I looked back to see that Squid was still sleeping. Thank God. I put on my shoes (which is harder than it seems to do while standing up and trying to be quiet) and then quietly left.
It was a quiet night tonight. Quieter than last night. Sometimes I wished it wasn't this quiet. It was too weird and unnerving.
I stopped abruptly. Footsteps. I heard footsteps. I whipped around and stared behind me. Please not be a counselor. Or anyone for that matter. Let me have been imagining things. Just for this, I wished I were hallucinating.
"Boo!"
My heart jumped, as I whipped around and grabbed whoever was behind me by the throat. It had to be the killer...it had to...
"God, you have fast reflexes." I looked to see I had Squid by the throat. Oops. Well, he deserved it anyway. Why did he come! Didn't I say not to? What an idiot!
"You're supposed to be scared," Squid said with a smirk that said "haha, I didn't listen to you and decided to sneak up on you while following". And I hated that.
"You idiot! I told you that you couldn't come!" I hissed at him.
"But I said I wanted to help!"
"Go back to the tent and leave me alone." I started to walk away from him. I just cannot believe him!
"Aww...don't act like that."
I turned away and said in a calmer tone, "Please just go back to the tent. This isn't your fight."
"Alan-"
"Hey, don't you call me that!" He sounded annoyed with me. Maybe he'll finally get how annoyed I am with him now.
"I'll call you Alan if you don't go!" It was getting really hard not to just scream at him. If I weren't at a camp, at night, while everyone was sleeping, I most likely would have been screaming by now.
"Hmm..." He stopped for a second and looked thoughtful. "Okay. So if I let you call me Alan, then I get to come. I guess that's fair."
"Oh...my...GOD!" I screamed underneath my breath and stomped away from the idiot. I continued to walk to the main office, not even caring that he was walking behind me. I knew he followed me all the way to the main office, but I just continued to ignore him.
I got to the door and knocked on the door softly. "Password?" I heard someone whisper from behind the door.
I sighed and said, "Open the door before I have to knock it down." I wasn't in the mood for any games thanks to Mr. "Annoy Everyone" beside me.
The door opened quickly and I stood aside to see Matt standing there and Ashley sitting at the computer, looking up something.
I walked in and acknowledged Matt before walking over to Ashley to see what she was doing. "What's up?"
She turned around and the first thing she noticed was Squid-well-Alan (yes, I do think it's funny) just standing there like an idiot. "He followed me," I tried to explain.
Ashley looked at me for a second, and then shook her head. "Don't have time for the details right now. Well, in this computer are the updated files of everyone here."
"That should be handy." I can't believe I just used the word 'handy'. I was using really strange words today.
"Handy, right."
There was a short silence, until I said, "So, who do you want to look up?"
"Umm..." I turned around to see Squ-Alan standing there with a bored look on his face. "So what are we supposed to do while you guys research?"
I crossed my arms. "See, this is why you shouldn't have came."
"But I'm helping!"
I ignored him and turned to the computer. Opening the file program, I scrolled through the lists of everyone. There were many guys in here, more than I thought. I scrolled up to see "Charon, Kristina". I leaned forward and clicked on my name.
Kristina A. Charon
Age: 16
Birthday: January 24th, 1988
Gender: F
Residence: 124 Main St.
Davison, MI
Parents' names: Jon and Marie
Crime: Classified
Time: Six months
I stared at my file for a second, almost laughing at the "crime: classified" part. And then I looked over at the picture they included. My horrible school picture. Yuck.
Someone was leaning against my chair. "Nice picture." I stared at it for a couple more seconds, deciding to tell Sq-Alan (God, why couldn't I get that?) off in a second. "Thanks for that obviously not sarcastic comment," I said sarcastically back after a short time.
I clicked off of my file and scrolled down until I found a certain file. I clicked it and saw the picture that came up. "Your picture's...nice..." I was able to say. I couldn't make fun of Alan's picture because he looked exactly the same as he did now. No fair. Then I noticed the next button, and clicked it "Aww..."
"Urgh! No!" Squid almost shouted, trying to grab the mouse away from me, but I held it out of his grasp.
"You were so cute when you were five. Oh, and is that a Power Rangers watch?"
"Stop!" He finally grabbed the mouse from me and clicked out of the file. "We can't stay here all night. Now start finding stuff."
"I wonder why that had that picture of you..." I pondered, refusing to change the subject.
Alan (I am victorious! I got it now...) sighed. "This camp is strange and we'll never understand anything." That works.
I went back to scrolling, with everyone behind me watching. "Hey, why don't we check out Haywood?"
"Matt, just to let you know, that sounded really wrong." He frowned at me. "Besides, we don't even know his name."
"Well, look for something dorky. That's probably why he goes by his nickname," Ashley suggested. Actually, that made a lot of sense. I mean, if you had the name of, like, Amber for a guy or something, that'd be kind of embarrassing there.
I started scrolling through the names once again. All these names were giving a huge headache. Then something caught my eye. Yes. It was perfect. "Guys, look at this."
They leaned over my chair and stared at the name I highlighted. "Holdenstein, Leslie W."
I turned around to look at them behind me for a second, and then clicked it. "It's Haywood," I softly said. So I was right. All my suspicions. I was right. His picture was right there. It was him.
"Leslie Winthrop?" Alan laughed. I turned around and used the chair to hit him. I wasn't in the mood for stupid jokes.
"That's not the point. He's a Holdenstein," Ashley explained for me.
"Like John, right?" I merely nodded.
All I could think about was that Haywood was related. Haywood was my link. Leslie was my link.
Leslie Winthrop Holdenstein
Age: 17
I skimmed the rest of his information and headed straight to the relatives section. And luckily for me, he had a 'see more' section. Today was my lucky day. At least, I think. And there, under Mary Shinn, was the name of John Holdenstein. But, it seemed too easy. Was Haywood trying to kill me for his relative?
I stared at the name, ignoring everything and everyone behind me. I could tell they were getting frustrated behind me. I was just sitting here, doing nothing, while they waited, and waited, and waited. Suddenly, someone sighed and moved the mouse for me and clicked on John's name.
"There. You were really starting to frustrate me." I was about to mention to Alan that he was the one that frustrated me, but the flashing box on the screen distracted me. It was password box, with nine spaces. I groaned. I hate breaking codes...
"Can we just hack into it?" Matt asked, obviously not wanting to go through this too.
Ashley took the mouse and went into a couple different programs. After a couple minutes, she sighed. "There's a problem blocking it."
So, long story short, we started putting in random word and letters. After millions of tries (no joke), everyone got extremely tired of the routine. I sighed, and frustrated, hit my hand on the keyboard. And, of course, it still didn't work. That kind of thing only happened in movies. But it was worth a shot, with my life being like a movie and all. I tiredly put in random words that I knew and kept clicking enter.
Suddenly, a box came up. Whoa. Hallelujah! Everyone stood up and stared at me in shock.
"What did you put in?" Ashley asked.
"Umm...I believe it was 'CLAYAIKEN' if I remember correctly."
Alan raised an eyebrow. "Strange."
"The scary happy guy might just be a Claydawg." I laughed quietly. That would be amusing. I turned back my attention to the computer and read through what just popped up. "John Holdenstein - counselor at Camp Green Lake. Known to be..." I stopped, staring at the name. It was him. No wonder this was password blocked...
"What?" Alan asked, leaning against the back of my chair. Normally, I would have hurt him for leaning on the chair and invading my personal space, but I was too caught up in the story of my "killer".
"He's actually here," I whispered. He could have killed me already. Oh god...
"Who?"
"Mr. ...Hammond," I said so fast and soft I was sure no one could hear. But they did.
Squid (forget about a bet right now...this is more important than name calling!) leaned forward some more, trying to read over my shoulder. "You mean the-"
"Counselor. Of A-Tent."
There was a long pause. The realization of what we had just learned finally sunk in. I wanted someone to say something, anything. Anything to get us out of this silence.
"You're not safe here," someone whispered behind me. I didn't really pay attention to who it was.
"No duh," I whispered back. But, seriously...
"What are we going to do?" Matt asked. That sounded like something an opera singer would chime in with. And believe me, Matt's not an opera singer...
"Tomorrow," I simply answered. "We'll finish this tomorrow."
"Get up! Come on guys!" I heard X-Ray yell. I refused to open my eyes and instead I just turned away and threw the covers over my head. I couldn't go out there. Not with Mr. Hammond waiting out there with an axe. At least according to my friends. Not with the threat of death looming over my shoulder, however corny that may be. I never run away from anything in my life, and here I was, hiding under my covers like that was a monster under my bed. Classic.
"Kristina, get up." The voice came from right next to me.
"Leave me alone," I said, knowing it was Squid (Urgh. I forgot I was allowed to call him Alan...). He's the only one who called me Kristina, so by process of elimination, it was him. I really didn't want to talk to anybody. I didn't want to get up and see anyone. I just wanted to stay in the shelter of my covers.
The hustle and bustle of the tent noise slowly faded away until I heard just the distant of everyone on the way to dig lovely holes. The next thing I knew, someone took the covers off my bed and threw them on the floor. Okay, so I was totally unready for that.
"Urgh, don't. I don't want to dig today," I groaned. And get killed. That was my goal.
Alan (yes, I remembered!) just stared at me and said, "No." I was about to tell him off by saying that he wasn't my mother and couldn't tell me what to do but he continued. "You'll get in trouble if you stay here."
"Who cares?" Seriously, who would care? Well, maybe my friends but they would understand. Mr. Sir might get mad at me but, really, this was the better alterative to being killed.
He sighed, and then paused. It was almost like a dramatic pause. "You want to skip today?"
I looked up. Skipping sounded fun. Not the walking-type of skipping either. That's what it sounded like to me for a second. "Skip? Like how?" That made me sound like I didn't know what skipping was. I'm so stupid when I talk sometimes.
"We can spy on Mr. Hammond." Sounds like extreme fun.
Why did he think that with everything I had to do, he had to tag along? "We? Who said 'we'?"
"You're not skipping alone. You don't even know the best places to hide." Well, duh. Wait a second...
"How many times have you skipped before?" I had to ask it.
He looked thoughtful for a second. "Just a couple," he answered innocently. I wonder how he pulled that off.
"I don't want to do this." I seriously didn't. I actually wanted to be back in school, maybe in Mrs. Root's Biology class taking boring notes off her endless PowerPoints. It was better than this.
"You hafta."
"No, I don't." Well, I kinda do. There's nothing I can do to get out of it.
"You want me to drag you out of here?" Alan asked. Hopefully as a joke.
"I'd like to see you try." He had to be joking because he knew that if he tried, he would die. Then he actually moved toward me. "Touch me and die," I warned him.
He stepped back again. "Come on, you need to get out of here," he exclaimed.
I sighed and stood up, and looked over to where my ugly orange suit was. "I'm not changing into this suits. They're orange, and guess what? Orange is easily spotted."
"Don't you think I've already figured that out?" No. I actually thought you were too stupid. He reached for his zipper, in which I shouted, "Stop now!" He stopped, and turned to face him.
"Yes?" That was annoying.
"What the hell do you have under your suit?"
"What's under a man's suit is his own business. Besides, I didn't even know you wanted to know." He said this all with a cocky grin. God. I really didn't mean it to sound like that either.
"Do you have a shirt and shorts and are decent?" I asked plainly. I should have just asked that first of all.
"...Check on the middle one."
"Get on a shirt."
"But-"
"You are not walking around with me with no shirt on."
He made a face at me. Childish. "Fine." I turned around and looked through my little drawer thingy. Was there anything I could use in here? Absolutely nothing. Unless I wanted to torture Mr. Hammond with a Clay Aiken CD. And I somehow doubted that would work.
I stood up and turned around. "Okay. Let's go." It was different seeing a person I was so used to wearing orange wearing a black t-shirt. Black, the worst color to wear in scorching temperatures. Smart. "But first, change your shirt."
"Why?" Did he seriously not know?
"Black is the worst color to wear here. Wear a lighter color," I explained.
"What? Like pink?"
He'd better not wear pink. "Like blue, red, green. Anything but black!"
After many minutes of useless arguing, he finally just gave in and changed into a blue shirt. Yay. Now I was happy. Sort of.
We walked out of the tent and started walking around it. I stopped once I noticed someone standing across from us, next to the other tent. Mr. Hammond. Not now. I grabbed S-Alan (oops) and pulled him from behind a random crate. I couldn't just let Mr. Hammond see me now. I needed some time to think... "I can't. I can't do this." I couldn't just stay here with him across from me, waiting.
"What?" Alan looked at me almost incredulously.
"I can't go out there." I knew I would have to, but I couldn't just will myself to go out there.
"What is wrong with you?"
I turned toward him. Wrong? What the heck! "Wrong with me?"
"It's like you're a different person. You've become...well, almost weak."
Weak? What-! "What the hell do you mean?"
"Because of this whole situation, you've let all your defenses down. It's like you're letting everyone know your weakness. I don't know. It's like you're a different person."
I just looked at him with a puzzled look. "I haven't let anyone-"
"The day you came here, I bet you anything, anything that you wouldn't have let me talk to you about this, about anything."
"Just-" I couldn't think of what to say. I shook my head. "We don't have time for this," I tried to end the conversation.
"And then you try to avoid it."
"I'm not avoiding anything!" I couldn't believe this. This was absurd. Why were we even talking about this now?
"You don't want to believe that this is happening. That everyone has seen your weak points."
"My weak points? Like physical?" He was making no sense.
"No, mental. Emotional."
...What? "I have absolutely no clue what you're talking about."
"You don't see it? You won't even go out there and just confront someone!" He was getting angry with me. I could tell.
"So? That means nothing. Just because I don't want to-"
"What happened to you? To the other girl I met?"
I wasn't going to scream at him. I wasn't going to. I wasn't. "Just drop the subject, okay?" I asked, as nicely as I could.
"No, not okay. You really don't believe me, do you?"
No. I do. That's why we're having this huge argument that's going nowhere. "Am I supposed to?"
"Yes!" he said, exasperatedly.
"Why? If you can't prove-"
He didn't even let me finish. "So, you want proof..."
Half the stuff I was saying I usually wouldn't say out loud. But today, I wasn't even thinking. "Well, duh. If you can't prove what you're saying, then how am I supposed to believe it? Just agree with a random fact? That's genius there. You know I'm-" That's when I noticed how close he was to me. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What? Scared?" he asked. What the hell?
I was about to say "get away from me", but he leaned forward before I knew what was happening and stopped me from saying anything by capturing my lips with his. What the hell-! He was actually, really, seriously kissing me. This was seriously not happening...not happening. I was about to break off the kiss to slap him, but I just couldn't. What the hell? He was right! I actually gave in. I just couldn't comprehend this situation. I couldn't believe that he was right. Especially when he was...kissing me. It wasn't a long kiss though. Just long enough to prove his point.
I should have screamed at him while he was still in my personal space. I should have screamed at him when he said, "if that won't prove my point, I don't know what will." I should have screamed at him when he sated in my personal space after saying that. I should have. But I didn't. I couldn't. My mind was reeling as I was trying to comprehend my situation. It wasn't working. The comprehending part.
There was only one thing that I could say. "What the hell-!" I whispered, refusing to even look at him.
"You wanna confront Mr. Hammond now?"
What the hell? How could he just ask me that so calmly after what he did? "You're-you're an idiot."
"I think we established that awhile ago."
I had to get away from him. I just couldn't stand it anymore. "I'm going now." And just like that, I stood up and walked out from behind the crate. As I walked away, I noticed. That was his plan all along. He knew I was going to walk away. He knew. Why the hell did he have to be right!
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