The Twist In Life

Chapter 28_ Would you rather...

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"Will you just shut up?" I barked at Jamie.

I was in a really bad mood, and his optimistic comments added fuel to fire.

"What?" he pouted.

"Stop trying to find positivity in this situation," I said angrily.

"Why not?" he pouted again.

"Because it isn't there," I replied.

"You sure?" he pouted, yet again.

"Stop!" I growled and turned away from him.

"Why are you taking out the chief's anger on us?" he asked.

I didn't reply.

"Tell me, Mary," he poked me.

"Because it's your freaking fault that this happened," I yelled.

"Mine?" he gasped.

"Yes, yours!" I replied.

"How?" he asked.

"If you hadn't unlocked the handcuffs, none of this would have happened," I snapped.

"Excuse me? You were in on the plan too," he snapped back.

"Cut it out, you guys," interrupted Harvey.

I threw Jamie a scathing look and turned away.

Silence fell over us, as we sat, lost in our own thoughts. I felt guilty for blaming Jamie. He was right about me being a part of it. I could have stopped him if I wanted to, but I was as eager to get back at the chief as he was.

After reflecting for about fifteen minutes, I decided to apologise. After all, united we stand, divided we fall. And also, I didn't want Jamie to feel hurt because of me.

I took a deep breath. "Sorry," I said in a low voice.

Jamie ignored me.

"I said, I'm sorry, Jamie," I repeated, a little louder.

"Huh? Did you say something to me?" he turned towards me.

"I..." I gulped, "I said that I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"I didn't quite get that? Can you repeat that a little louder?" he cupped his hand behind his ear.

I slapped his shoulder and he grinned.

He looked at his watch. "Been waiting for thirteen minutes," he said.

I smiled sheepishly and Harvey rolled his eyes.

"All is well that ends well," Fred smiled.

"This isn't over yet," Harvey said.

"And chances are slim of its well end," said Jamie.

"Not so optimistic now, huh?" I snorted.

"You have a problem both ways. If I..." he was interrupted by Harvey.

"Let it go, Jamie. We should tell each other funny stories," he said. "To lighten things up a bit."

"I don't know any funny stories," I said glumly.

"Me neither," said Jamie.

Harvey rolled his eyes.

"What about you, Fred?" he asked.

Fred shrugged, "can't recall one right now."

"You?" I asked Harvey.

"Nope," he said.