Chapter 10: Truth or Death
I was so scared I nearly jumped out the window.
My heart thudded in my chest. I glanced at the windows, wondering if I could make it to the car before he caught me.
He’d brought me to this secluded mansion—was he planning to silence me?
I pictured myself tied up in the trunk, just like Marissa. The thought made me sick.
Just then, I heard the sound of knives being sharpened in the next room.
The metallic screech echoed down the hallway—like nails on a chalkboard, sending a shiver up my spine. I tried to convince myself it was just a chef prepping dinner, but I wasn’t so sure.
“Screech. Screech. Screech!”
Each sound made me flinch. I stared at the door, half-expecting a group of goons to burst in.
I stared at the door, terrified that a group of thugs would burst in, drag me to the bathroom, lay down a plastic sheet, and chop me up.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans, praying for a miracle.
The look on his face wasn’t a bluff—he had proof. Maybe he’d used some high-tech way to monitor me.
He watched me, unblinking. I realized he’d probably set a trap from the start.
I regretted meddling. If only I’d taken the gold bar and pretended to know nothing, life would be so much easier.
I promised myself that if I got out of this alive, I’d never cross him again.
I’m not cut out to be a hero.
I thought about my mom, my friends, all the things I’d never get to do. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
He smoked in silence. I couldn’t read his thoughts, but I knew I was finished.
The room felt colder, the shadows deeper. I wondered if anyone would hear me scream.
Lying wouldn’t help now. I looked him in the eye and admitted, "Yeah, I looked. I saw everything."
My voice barely trembled. I figured honesty was my only shot.
He asked, "What do you think?"
I answered, "You’re a real creep."
The words hung in the air, heavy and final. I waited for his reaction, heart pounding, hoping I hadn’t just signed my own death warrant.