"Do you want some water?" He asked, before sitting on the chair in front of you.

Your mouth was dry, but you said no, slightly shaking your head. The chair you were sitting in had a short leg, making you have to balance constantly, having you on edge. The air was cold, the exposed skin of your arms was filled with goosebumps. Everything was made to make you feel uncomfortable, like you were some kind of criminal. You knew you weren't, right? Right..?

Everything started when you ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. You met someone, who can judge you? But that someone... You ended in a parking garage, music blasting, drugs and alcohol around you, a lot of shady people doing shady shit, and your companion wasn't the exception. He had pills in his pockets, and he was there to do business, you were there as an alibi. Blue and red lights started to lit up the dark garage, and he pulled your hand as he ran, but in the crowd he let go, and that was enough for you to get caught. You froze, with your hands in the air as a surrender sign, shaking like a leaf as several guns pointed at you. They cuffed you and took you in, you weren't even sure where you were, but you knew it wasn't good.

He sat there, looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face. His big brown eyes scanning you like he was able to read your every thought.

"Are you ready to talk?" He asked. "I have all day..." he kept going, his tone was sarcastic.

When he noticed you were just playing with his time, he stood up from his chair, he put his hands on the table, his body towering you. You swallowed harshly at the view, was it possible that he was..? He smirked at the way you looked at him.

"Was you boyfriend selling pills, yes or no? Is not that hard. The pills is the tip of the iceberg, you know? He left you, he used you..." he said, getting tired of your silence. You denied shaking your head, not a word leaving your lips. That got on his nerves, he was done.

"Tell me the truth." he snapped. "TELL ME THE TRUTH."