Chapter 15

Kay "Shut up and start talking " Carl angrily snarls at him. I don't want to feel pity, but I do. "Can I talk to him?" I ask the men in the room, but they silently stare at me, " alone," I add when they don't make a move either. I want to know where the roses come from without my dad knowing someone out there is threatening me. "Of course not." "No" Carlos and Dad grumble simultaneously. They fear he may harm me if they leave us alone. "Tie him up then," I tell them because I know they won't budge, and they finally agree after much contemplation. "I am right behind that door," Carl softly says, pointing to the bathroom door. Does he care for me, or he only feel obligated because of the arrangement? "Are you willing to talk now?" I crouch down to Thomas's level. His bare body squirms on the cold floor. They tied up his hands and legs. Looking at his teary face, I feel bad for him, but then I remember what he did to Theo, and him pointing his gun at me. He only had to pull the trigger, a