Chapter 17- Fabrications.
Meeting A Bad Boy
Edited 05-08-2020.
Chapter 17-
I had been sitting here for at least 3 hours waiting for Trent to speak again but with one look at his face you could tell he was thinking. Hard. Casey wasn't saying anything either. He looked like he was in shock.
Trent hadn't even tried to untie me yet. It's not like I've been tied up for a few days or anything. It's not like it hurts or anything.
Dammit.
He wouldn't respond to me and after an hour I gave up even trying to talk to that brick wall. And now I was thinking hard, trying to figure out what he could be thinking really hard about. It was all unnecessary.
I finally sighed "Could you at least undo my hands so maybe I can get some circulation back?"
He jolted and looked at me "Yeah. Sorry."
He came over and slowly undid the knots, so as to not hurt me more.
I practically moaned in relief when my hands were free.
I looked up at him as I lightly rubbed my wrists "Will you finally tell me what you've been brooding about for 3 hours?"
Casey shook his head and looked at Trent in fear "Is it him?"
He started pacing and had that deeply confused face on again "I just don't understand. It isn't possible."
"IS IT HIM?" Casey yelled.
"What isn't possible?"
He ignored me again and continued to pace.
Fuckin A. Was it who?
Fine then.
Fuck you too.
I had no clue what he was thinking, but I had an Idea that it had to do with that guy calling him 'tent'. Of course, I had no clue why the hell that would be significant. Because he wouldn't tell me anything!
I stood up to stretch and moaned again. Half in pain, half in relief.
I walked around for a minute but felt too weak from lack of food and movement, so I sat down again. Trent looked my way for a second, stopped pacing and shook his head to clear it.
He walked over to me "Are you okay?"
Casey was back to looking liked he'd seen a ghost.
"I'm alive, I guess."
He sighed and sat down on the other chair.
"Remember when I was telling you about my brothers?"
I nodded "Yeah, Casey...and..Wes? Right?"
He nodded "And remember what I told you happened to Wes?"
"I remember, it's just a little blurry right now."
He leaned down to put his elbows on his knees "Okay. So, when Wes was still working the gang he was their runner, he collected the money, and that's how he got away with so much. Remember when I said he was shot by one of their customers and left there? He was lucky to get to the hospital. He decided he wanted to leave the gang and so he disappeared."
I nodded, starting to remember "That's right..."
"And that he left not that long after. All he did was leave that note in my mailbox. I haven't seen him since."
"Right, I remember that. So? What does that have to do with right now? I don't think I'm following."
He looked into my eyes very seriously and stated simply "The only person who ever called me Tent was Wes, so either that guy knows Wes or...he is Wes."
I stared with my mouth open "Wouldn't you recognize him if he was?"
Trent waved his hand in frustration "That's why I'm lost. The only thing I can see that guy has in common with Wes is his eyes." He turned to Casey angrily "Is this possible? What the fuck is really going on here?!"
He looked at us "I thought she'd found him. He should be dead..."
Trent narrowed his eyes "Who is 'she'?"