She chuckled, leaning back in her seat, “Or what?” she said flatly. She raised a brow. She was poking the bear, and I couldn’t control it; she always knew the buttons to press.
And this time I snapped, slamming my hand hard against the table, “I said, DROP IT!” My voice rising above the music of the bar. My angered eyes shifted onto her, “You don’t know a damn thing about what I do, or where I go, or who I am! And you’re not going to push me on this! Understand?!”
She held my gaze for a moment, a smirk peeking through, which only angered me more. She got what she wanted; my reaction was enough to tell her everything. God, this fucking girl.
“Fine. Fine, relax moneybags. Just asking.”
A silence set in between us. I was annoyed with myself for letting her push me to that point so easily. Didn’t take her long, did it. But alas, she continued her defiant interrogation.
“Come on then.”
My eyes lazily drifting to hers, “What now?” Frowning, alerting her to my ever-growing annoyance at her questioning.
“What was in your file?” I turned from her. Of course, she would bring up my file; this girl was nothing but consistent. I tried to ignore her, hoping she might just continue drinking.
“Oi! Don’t act deaf with me.” Her boot nudged my leg under the table, jolting me slightly. My head lolled to the side, seeing her growing smirk.
“What was in your file that made you snap? What didn’t you want me seeing?”
A deep, heavy sigh leaves me before taking a long swig of my drink, placing it down slowly onto the table, trying to hold it together.
“Again. Just drop it Misfit.”
“I’m getting real bored of that as an answer, you shifty fuck.”
I snapped back, “And I’m getting bored with being interrogated today.”
She paused before continuing, “I’ve seen you pissed off before Screech. Plenty of times. But that, in juvie … that was something else. Bloodthirsty in nought to sixty.” Her words began to slur as she started to reach the bottom of the bottle.
I ran my fingers through my hair, shaking my head slightly, “You’re relentless.”
Her smirk widened, “Aw. And I thought you liked that about me.” I didn’t answer that. Instead, I leaned forward, elbows on the table.
Her taunts shifted, “You looked scared. Almost like I’d stumbled across some dark secret.” I was becoming restless, part of me wondering if she had seen anything in my file. Everything was in there. They didn’t leave a damn detail out about my past. The beatings. The drugs. Even the child exploitation from my own fucking parents. Dr Brenner hadn’t left a stone unturned in juvie. So, between the endless prying questions from the shrinkand the countless hospital reports of suspicious injuries I’d sustained growing up, she would know every gruesome detail.
“So, did I?” Misfit pressed me further.
I wanted to test the theory, “You don’t actually know a fucking thing.”
“Oh yeah? How do you know?”
The fire in my gut rising, wanting to wipe the smirk from her face. “Because if you did, then …You know what, never mind.” I leaned in closer to her as she scanned over me, looking for anything she could feed off; my tone deepened with its intended warning. “You’re only ever going to know, what I want you to know. Understand?” I retreated, picking up my glass, throwing the rest down my throat as I forcefully slammed the glass down onto the table. She glared at me for a beat, her jaw tensing in annoyance that she wasn’t getting what she wanted from me.
Closing the space between us, she leaned forward, “Either way, whether I know what’s in that file or not, you’re lucky you’re not dead.” Her finger jabbed into my shoulder, “You put your hands on me. And I don’t fucking like being touched.”
She snatched the bottle from the table, pulling it towards her as she leaned back in her seat.
My words filled with equal fury, “Noted. You don’t like being touched, and I don’t like being fucking questioned.”
An unspeakable tension sat between us, the air thick with volatile animosity. I was done with her probing. But this was Misfit; she wouldn’t let it drop even if I pleaded with her to.
“So, you’re not even going to tell me a little bit?”
I responded quickly, “No. You’d just twist it.”
Her brows knitted together, “What the fuck does that mean?” I placed my elbows on the table, glaring towards her, closing this once and for all.
“You don’t really want to know what’s in that file, Misfit. You just want leverage for this twisted game we’re playing, just likeyou did back then.” She opened her mouth, but I didn’t let her interrupt.
