The Interrogation Room

fuck, I told him. Fuck, he's on top of me...
I suddenly didn't feel so ashamed about my past. He made me feel okay about it. True, I still had a lot of anger ridden inside my blood but nothing can ever change that I am an angry person. I was still curious as to how he knew I was in there, because he said to me that he gets there at quarter to 10...i got there at about 25 past 9...he said "you were here about 15 minutes ago" so he must have seen me at half past 10...the guy took me out at about 10:40, five minutes before Gerard goes in....i asked him what was going on.
I knew he was hiding something.
"listen uh...- basically....for the last few weeks we had to watch your behaviour. We had to figure out what the trauma had done to you. The reason we asked you to come in early was so we could observe you...I'm so sorry. But its my job." I could easily distinguish the guilt in his voice.
"but I never leave my flat?" I asked, slightly exasperated. He WAS stalking me. Knew it.
"well, you had to leave to come to the police. And to get food." He sighed.
"so what, are you gunna tell me who it was stalking me then?" I said, more annoyed than I intended.
"I'm not stalking you!" Gerard shouted.
"we're trying so hard to protect you. We need to find the two men and you're our last hope. Please just work with us. And for your information, I wasn't following you round outside. I have only been watching you from here. You can tell a lot by the way someone sits." He whispered.
"wait a minute...that guy took you out at 10:40, yes? Because I went to get your files then. That meant no one was watching you..." He easily deducted. "yeah, well done..."
"who actually was it that took you out of there anyway? "fat bald guy with several knuckle tattoos. Kinda terrifying." I answered, still majorly shocked that he had been watching me.
"holy shi- okay. Listen, were going to go back there now, and you can come with me. I have some things to tell them. After that, we're going to go back to mine, stay there overnight, then go straight to that address." He had a voice I couldn't argue with.
"okay, you gotta get off me now..." I smirked.
"yeah, sorry about that" he winked back and lightly kissed my forehead. I laughed as he hauled himself into the front seat and started the car.
Once we got there, Gerard grabbed me and pulled me into what looked like a cupboard.
"gee what are you-" I was cut off by a long, deep kiss.
"listen to me. You're not supposed to be in here, so just tell them you're with me.
"yeah, but I'm your client, won't you get fired?"
"no, you're my boyfriend" he laughed.
"you'll still get fired though!" Hissing through closed teeth, I could see the calm in his beautiful hazel eyes, it was okay.
What I didn't know was that there was another door at the back left side behind a cabinet of books and stuff.
We went straight through and into a grey hallway. This is weird. We turned off into a white door where a few stern looking people were sat around a table.
"what is he doing in here?" One of them looked at me evilly.
"he's with me." Gerard was ready to explain, but he cut off again.
"you cant! You won't get the information!" The man shouted again.
"frank is more than a piece of information, he is a wonderful human being. Also, I came to tell you I already have." They all looked at each other as Gerard began explaining.
I watched him intently as he explained about the address in my back pocket. I soon found out that the man who took me outside was the cleaner, ironically. It's always the cleaner...and he was hired a few years ago after moving from another state...shit, was that him? They had me answer more questions and I couldn't really keep it from them now. They need to know this information. On our way out, when we got back into the cupboard thing, Gerard pushed me against a wall and pinned my hands up to my head.
"you know what's going down now, don't you sugar?" He whispered into my ear. He kissed me lightly and dragged me back to his car.

Notes

This probably keeps getting worse sorry guys :X