All Chapters of The chaos of him: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

‘New plan.” I announce, walking briskly into the office, Kelly hot on my tail.“Golden boy is back!”There’s a little fluttery motion in my chest at his excitement, it sounds genuine, but for all I knew it was all part of his act, like getting in here was yesterday. “Great, so now you talk.” Mave murmurs. cradling his fist as he walks out of the holding.My eyes immediately find the screen door, behind it, Jesse’s face is still scattered with small cuts, nothing I hadn’t seen before. He has that smile on his face, he isn’t in pain then. Clearing my throat and looking away briskly.“Golden boy, does your new plan involve food? Since no one is willing to ask, I might talk if you feed me.” None of us are baited by his words, at least not outwardly, but i take the suggestion, after all, I just put a target on all our heads. The team gathers at Jake’s table, the one furthest away from the holding, while the holding was never sound proofed since we never thought we would need it, if w

“What? How?”He had casually shrugged of the cuffs like he was slipping off bracelets, not hand cuffs which I was certain was locked. Dragging my eyes to his, ignoring the burning sensation from his arm around my waist.“Come on Golden boy, you must have known at some point that I was never stuck here with you, you have always been stuck here with me.” What? What did that mean? His words land but none of them make sense, it’s all background noise for me, how did I miss it? Could he always take them off? Did I not lock them? “You could… but you didn’t…”“You must have suspected right, Captain?”The way he says the word Captain, I am certain he is mocking me, but it only cements the embarrassment I feel at the moment. If he could easily slip out of the cuffs, he could disappear any moment if he really wanted to. “You didn’t think, I would need my hands freed when I did this?”His hands wrap around my privates, making me jump away from him, his hand juts out and catches me immediat

The office is a wreck.Chairs lay on their sides, file cabinets yanked open, weeks worth of paperwork lay scattered across the floor. Water drips steadily from somewhere, and a lingering smell and feel of the tear gas in the air. No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. Asides the fact that this would take hours out of time we didn’t have to clean up. This is unfair. “Captain?”I turn, this would be the first time I have ever felt grateful to hear Joseph’s voice. His salt and pepper hair is wet and stuck to his head. His eyes are confused as he looks from me to Jesse. Unconsciously, I shuffle in front of him, like I could ever possibly hide him behind me. I clear my throat.“How are you…?” he points from me to Jesse,“Where is everybody else?”I ask cutting him off and shuffling Jesse out of the way, holding his two hands together as though they are still cuffed.Once we are inside the holding, he holds out his hands for me wordlessly, my eyes find his, he only nods at me encouragi

My eyes flutter shut on their own, squeezing them tight, my stomach muscles clenches, and I hold my breath, waiting. His chuckle disorganizes me, and I am opening my eyes when his forehead collides against mine. “Ou!” I cry out, rubbing my forehead and jumping away from him.He has a slightly amused smile on his face, “Are you disappointed? That I didn’t kiss you?”I scoff, but I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks, one that he would see anyway. I clear my throat, ducking my eyes away from his.“No, I would have added extra charges to your current one.”“So you do want to keep me here longer.”Where did he get that from? I narrow my eyes at him and he raises his cuffed hands as high as they can go, a sign of surrender, but I wouldn’t be fooled. “It’s a shame though, if you were disappointed, it would mean you want me too.”This guy. There’s obviously no talking to him, I am ready to leave finally and when I turn around, he stops me again. “There’s no need to look for them.”I

The old department ‘refuge camp’ was not so far away, we walked down, using alleys instead of main roads to avoid people, by the time we get there everyone is exhausted, and not from the walk alone. Nobody from the MARC department has ever had to run away before. This camp was designated as a help building, a where to go for a MARC officer if you were trapped, injured, or anything.A building that blends in with it’s surroundings perfectly, far enough from civilization, but close enough to get help from the hospital if you needed it.The building, from lack of use, looks sad. Outside is fine, but the interior must have been decorated once when the MARC was formed in the nineteen hundreds and nobody thought to update it. Ugly brown colors for the walls, furniture that looked like they may crumble under your touch, with computers old enough to be first generation of computers. At least there’s a holding cell- unlike ours with the screen separating us, this has iron bars, like he was i