Subject R - ON HOLD

chapter 13

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Chapter 13.

"Has he ever seemed that...flirtatious...before?"

My face burns up a few degrees more, and I keep my gaze down on the table. "No."

"You are completely positive?"

"Yes."

"You aren't...hiding anything?"

"No-"

"We understand that this is such a personal subject Cecily, but we must know. The subject has not physically harassed you in such a manner before?"

I want to dig myself into a hole and just get buried in it. Right now. I'm glowering in humiliation at the table, wishing I could smash my head into it as I answer. "No. He hasn't."

"He has not...mentally communicated anything of...such a nature?" The woman that they'd brought in to question me seemed determined to interrogate me like I was the one requiring punishment. Her voice was stern and he eyes seemed to blaze with the ferocity of a bulldog, which I will admit she closely resembled.

"No. Never." I force my eyes up from the table to meet my interrogater's. "I promise I would have told someone. This is the first time he's ever...done anything like that. Ever."

Her eyes narrowed but then she abruptly packed up her hand tablet - which I'm sure she'd been recording me on, because she didn't type a thing - and then left the room. I turned around and opened my mouth to ask if I could leave and she didn't even turn around to answer me, like she'd just sensed what I'd wanted to know.

"Stay put."

Then she slammed the door shut with a powerful bam and I was left alone.

Good Gracious.

I slump to the table in front of me, my cheek hitting the cold surface and staying there. Why the hell did Subject R have to do that? Be...flirtatious or whatever the hell it was. Because its been screwing everything up! The moment I'd left the holding cell I swear to god, Mrs.Feng, Mr.McCaulty and Geoffry all jumped me at once, blasting me with questions, lifting my arm up to check for bruises, stammering out sentences as they realized what kind of questions they were asking.

Before I'd been hauled off to be checked - as in stripped down, black lighted, showered and rechecked - I'd gotten the feeling that Mrs.Feng had been curious as to what he seemed to have wanted; Mr.McCaulty was apparently pissed at me for explaining the Panic Button; and Geoffry just seemed downright peeved that I hadn't got out of there sooner.

So all in all, my three bosses were all angry with me. And it isn't even my fault.

I sigh, turning my head so that my forehead is against the cool table.

Ugh. As interesting as this is - WAY more interesting than testing building materials - it's exhausting. And terrifying. And aggravating. So my switch in jobs at the Facility is interestingly, terrifyingly, aggravatingly exhausting. That about sums it all up...

My mind wanders back to Subject R, with is bright blue eyes, glinting with naughtiness as he purposefully ran a hand down my spine, hiding a grin. My face heated up in embarrassment. Why did he do that? He's been so determined to not speak to us or attempt any communication, and yet he'll...flirt with me?

Ugh. I need an Aspirin.

My spot on the table is beginning to get warm, so I pick my head up and then gently plop it down on another place about two inches away, savoring the temperature. It doesn't cure my headache, but soothes it. Keeping my head on the table like this kind of squashes my nose but I don't care, its almost relaxing...