Unexpected(CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN)

chapter thirty-five

Tom glared at Miss and Keegan, heaving as he struggled against his restraints. He was back to being tied to the chair, where his ability to move was restricted to the point that he could really only move his head. Miss and Keegan continued to discuss quietly, sending glances toward him every now and then. He kept his mouth shut as he lurched forward in an attempt to escape. He just wanted to go home. He was just so tired.

Finally, Miss spoke up, "Stop."

Tom didn't answer, just continued to scowl at them. Keegan raised his voice as well, turning to look at Tom. "Why the hell are you keeping information from us? It's not like a civilian to take this long to break," he whined, tossing his gun up and down.

"I was tortured for five years. This shit ain't nothing," Tom slurred tiredly, eyes attempting to close again.

"Tortured?" Keegan repeated. "By whom?"

"Ask Miss," he snarled back, jerking forward again.

"What would Miss know?" Keegan questioned, turning his head as he placed his gun down on the table.

"He claimed he was abused, the poor, delusional child," Miss cooed immediately. Tom jumped forward angrily, a little gasp escaping him when something cold and sharp pressed into his skin.

"Abused?" Keegan snorted. "Serves him right. He's been with the Red Leader for awhile." Tom's scowl deepened, but secretly, he was lost in focus. He was pushing the rope into the sharp metal, attempting to cut it.

Miss's eyes widened, opening her mouth to respond before closing it again. Tom kept rubbing his restraints. He just wanted to go home. But he needed a plan.

"What are we gonna do to him next?" Keegan's mood changed right away, excitement sizzling. Tom glanced at the gun sitting the table. It was maybe two feet away from him. He would just cut himself loose, grab the gun and...

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud ringing. "Ah, once second. I've got a phone call." Miss grinned, fishing her phone out of her pocket and pressing it to her ear. "Hello?"

He had to do it now. His plan was shabby at best, but he probably wouldn't have another chance.