The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 34

Booming sounds of Stanley's heavy cowboy boots erupted around the room as he moved towards Tomas.

"Look, I'm trying to be nice here. You give us information and we lay you walk free, if you don't-."

The door knob began to turn.

Oh shit!

I quickly clicked out of the video and closed Parker's computer before it placing it back onto the counter.

"Hey, since you're up, I was thinking... we should watch a movie." Parker smiled as he walked through the door, a handful of envelopes in one of his hands.

He took a glance at me before stopping, his face clouded with worry. "What's wrong? You look as if you've seen a ghost."

Okay, we got this in the bag.

I shake my head, running my fingers through my hair. "Nothing, you know, life."

Why am I terrible at lying?

Parker furrowed his eyebrows, "okay..."

I gave him a warm smile and his face scrunched up in disgust. "You okay? You look constipated."

Oh, great!

"Fine."

"Alright... so I was thinking about a movie. It doesn't matter what movie; horror, action-" He paused before continuing, "chick-flicks. Whatever you wanna watch, we'll watch it."

I began to rock on my heels, "well, actually, I think I'm going to hang out with Camara, today."

Parker stops, his face drops. "Umm... Okay... I guess what makes you okay." He walks towards his computer before picking it up. "Do you need a ride?"

I shake my head, "Nah, Camara can pick me up. You know since she's been asking to hang out recently, and she wants to know where you live."

That's not a lie.

Seriously, she's been blowing up my phone with text messages constantly; everyone has.

"Okay. I gotta some extra stuff I can finish off. Have fun." He leaves me in the room alone with only my thoughts and a newly formed plan.

"YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?!" Camara asked in shock, her coffee cup shaking in her hands.

"Careful and low voices, please," I warn her before sighing. "Look after watching that video, I want to know more. I need to! Okay, I haven't been sleeping well and until I figure this out then I'll be fine."

"Um... you don't need to know anything to be fine; you need a therapist." Camara retorted as she brought her cup to the lips.

"Camara..."

"What?" She slams the cup back onto the table. "Am I wrong?"

She takes a deep breath before continuing, her voice calmer than before. "Look if you wanna go all detective on this, then all by means, I support it."

"Really?"

She drawls, "Yeah, I'm your friend and if I die, it might as well be for something stupid. Dying of old age isn't as interesting."

I smile and clap my hands, "Alright then!"

"Hi Mrs!" I smile.

"Too perky." Camara whispers.

The lady slowly looked up from her magazine before drawling, "what do you want?"

Before a single word could come out of my mouth, Camara answered. "We're here to see Amber Dixon."

The lady scowled before typing a couple words down on her ancient computer. The computer beeped.

"Are you visiting?"

"Yes," I answered quickly.

The lady glanced at me as if I'd grown a second head before nodded slowly and typing down a couple more words.

"Okay, she's in room 235, just down the hall, to your right."

"Okay, thanks." I said before snatching Camara by her arm and drawing towards the room.

Secrets, here I come!

Emily Rose

Camara's heels clinked furiously onto title floor as we sped through the white hallways.

"Emily Rose, if you don't slow-." Camara huffed our before I pulled her into another hallway, passing by another nurse giving me the stink eye. Apparently running - or even speed walking - in this place is disrespectful, or whatever, to a bunch of old ladies in fading blue shrugs.

Once we reached the 230's hallway, my blood began to pump faster, my hands began to shake with excitement.