Page 4 of Fury

“Who are you?” his voice creaked.

“Just a girl.”

“Yeah right. You doing a number on me, being nice?”

“Being nice is no longer a good thing, huh?”

“I don’t think so,” he breathed, his tone haunted, his eye widening. “I don’t know anymore.”

My stomach dropped. I didn’t know either.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

“I live here.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” I tucked my legs underneath me, my sweaty palms pressing into my thighs.

The quiet and the darkness of the cell crept over me like a thick dirty blanket, and I didn’t like it, but I had to wait for them to unlock the door for me. Although, knowing Motormouth, who was pretty drunk and high, he was probably busy with his girlfriend. Who could blame him? I was forgotten about, for the time being at least. There would be hell to pay later, that was for sure.

“What’s wrong?” came his voice.

“Nothing.”

“You’re nervous.”

“Do you have bat radar?” I snapped.

“What’s wrong?”

My pulse dragged. “I don’t like the dark much.”

“You must be kidding.”

“No, I’m not kidding.”

“There a reason?”

“I used to get locked in a closet.”

“When you were a kid?”

“No. Here.”

“Oh.”

“You ever been locked in a closet before?” I asked.

“No, but I’ve been locked in my own room.”

“By your parents?”

“Didn’t really have parents.”

“What do you mean ‘didn’t really’?”

“My mom was never around much. I don’t think I’d even recognize her anymore if I saw her again. My dad took me with him to his club and stashed me there.”

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