Phone Calls
Chapter 7: No Way
She told herself to be brave. That Jack was always brave and he'd faced much worse things then being locked in a cold cement room.
But it was hard to be brave when you were in fact locked in a cold cement room.
Being able to hear Jack's voice had been comforting and she had tried not to let her fear show through to him. He would only blame himself for this, just like he blamed himself for everything else.
Damn. Why had this happened now? She was sitting here and whoever was holding her would probably kill her and Jack as well. And now she would never know the truth. She would never know how Jack really felt about her. Or what that damn prism that was still in her pocket meant.
Hey, the prism was still in her pocket. She had been wearing her gray slacks, the ones with huge pockets and so she had put it in there instead of her purse, so she could have it with her all day.
As she took the prism out it felt cool and heavy in her hand. Heavy enough to stun someone. Sharp enough to take out an eye.
She stood waiting behind the door of the small room. She was sure she'd never been more scared, not even the night she was being shot at, but the fear was temporarily being drowned out by adrenaline and determination.
There was no way she was going to die without knowing if Jack loved her. No way.