"Everyone piss off!" Eli called. "Blake, help me check her injuries."
Blake and I followed Eli through the house into the room reserved only for us. Eli passed Blake his phone and Blake nodded.
"The police called," Blake said. "You're meant to be behaving yourself, Daisy."
I could tell that Blake clearly knew it wasn't the police he spoke to.
Eli was next to me and he pulled his shirt off and passed it to me.
"What happened to your hand?" Blake asked as I turned my back to them and pulled my top over my head.
"I punched a wall," I said truthfully and unclipped my bra. "One too many times." I slipped Eli's tshirt on and quickly took my leggings, underwear, socks and shoes off and bundled them up, passing them to Eli. We had to burn all of my clothes, they could be bugged.
Eli walked out of the room and and Blake pointed to the couch.
"You're meant to be working on your anger, Daisy," Blake said and I couldn't help but smirk.
"Fuck off," I scoffed and I laid down on the sofa. Eli returned to the room with a torch and a pair of tweezers.
"Did the police do this to your face?" Eli asked as he crouched down next to me.
"I mouthed off," I said. "And I ended up with stitches."
Eli shined the light into my mouth and I opened wide while he searched for any sign of a bug. Blake kept the conversation going. For anyone listening in, we wouldn't seem suspicious at all.
"She's fallen asleep," Blake said, making up an excuse as to why I was talking. It was quite hard when Eli had a pair of tweezers in my mouth.
Eli's eyes widened and I raised an eyebrow at him. He glanced at me and then looked back into my mouth. I felt the tweezers graze my back teeth and I winced when he grabbed something and pulled harshly.
I slapped my hand over my mouth to stop myself from swearing and looked at the little grey piece of plastic Eli had between the tweezers.
Eli dropped the bug on the floor and crushed it between his heel.
"Okay, Daisy, now for the truth," Blake said. "What the fuck happened to you?"
"You better grab some popcorn," I said and sat up on the couch. "I've just been to the Agency we're trying to take down."
"And they just let you go?" Eli frowned.
"I was slightly surprised too, but I just wanted to get out of there," I nodded.
Eli and Blake were confused after I had told them everything.
Nothing added up.
Nothing made sense.
"So the guy that raped you... Was an agent of theirs?" Blake said and I nodded.
"They were pissed that I killed him, until they found out what he did to me," I said.
"So Jasper is the son of the man in charge?" Eli said.
I nodded. "Richard Monroe."
"What I want to know is why they took your blood," Blake frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "And they patched you up. They gave you stitches and bandaged your hand up. Apart from the whole kidnapping bit, they didn't treat you badly. I mean, they could've tortured you."
"There's too many questions and my head hurts," I groaned. "I didn't want to get involved in this stupid mission but now I think I'm at the centre of it."
"Funny how things work out, eh, princess?"
The next morning I dressed modestly. After them 'testing' me and touching me while I was unconscious, I felt very uncomfortable. They had even bugged me. Lucky enough it was in an obvious place and it was found easily. I laced up my combat boots as I sat in Eli's car and soothed out my leggings.
Everybody actually thought I had been arrested the night before. We didn't want to make Jasper and his friends suspicious, so we kept the guys in the dark about what really happened. If everyone knew that they were definitely agents from the other agency and what they had done to me then someone might make it obvious that we knew and blow our over.
We decided to reveal what really happened when more of the guys agreed that Jasper and his friends were actually double agents.
We needed the friendships with the agents to be as real as possible and that wouldn't happen if everyone was aware that they were definitely agents. It would be fake and forced.
This way it was more realistic.
We also decided not to tell Rob just yet.
We would deal with him being pissed later.
For now we needed to figure out what they wanted with me.
As we waited for everyone else to get into the cars I looked across the road and saw Jasper climbing onto his bike. I narrowed my eyes at him and he nodded his head to me with a smirk before closing his visor and disappearing down the road.
His friends left in their cars a few minutes later. They all looked over at me.
"You alright, princess?" Eli asked.
"Fine," I said and glared at Emma as she got in the car. "We've not got all day."
She narrowed her eyes at me, but didn't say anything.
Carter and Hampson climbed in after Emma and Eli started the engine and drove away from the house.
I played with the sleeves of my oversized jumper during the journey and rubbed my eyes tiredly.
"Bad dreams," Eli said and I nodded.
"I didn't get much sleep," I sighed.
"You know you didn't have to come in today," he said.
"If I didn't show up then they would think something is up," I said lowly.
Eli didn't need telling who 'them' was.
"I plan on avoiding them as much as I can," I muttered.
"Understandable," Eli nodded. "But I think that might prove a little difficult, princess."
I sent a glare to him. "You're not helping."
"Just saying the truth," he shrugged and I sighed and looked out of the window.
"Dais, how was it spending a night in a cell?" Carter wondered.
"It was great. Hot dinner, warm showers, nice cozy mattress," I said sarcastically.
"No need for the sarcasm," he grumbled and Tom laughed.
"What did you expect her to say?" Tom said and he shrugged.
"I dunno, I've never been in a police cell. What's it like?" Carter asked.
"Uncomfortable and it smells of piss," I called.
"Oh, lovely..." Carter frowned.
"Did you really try to get out of handcuffs?" Tom said and shook his head at me. He looked at my hand that had the splint on to keep my thumb still so it could heal.
"I did get out of them," I shrugged. "I just didn't get very far after that."
"You broke your own thumb!" Emma gasped.
"Dislocated, although for it to be in this shitty thing..." I raised my right hand. "I think it was a pretty bad tear."
"Why would you do that to yourself!" She asked, looking at me in horror.
"You'd be surprised what you can do to yourself in certain situations," I shrugged.
Emma turned her nose up and I rolled my eyes.
"Does it hurt?" Eli asked.
"My thumb? No," I said. "My hand," I raised my left hand that had the bandages on. "Fucking kills. They even put stitches on my hand. I didn't realise it was that bad."
"How hard did you punch the wall?" Carter asked.
"Hard enough to split my skin open," I shrugged.
"What about the stitches on your head?" Tom frowned.
"Police brutality," I said simply as Eli drove into school.
"What are you going to tell people if they ask what happened?" Eli asked me when we got out of the car.
"Fell off my motorbike or something," I shrugged and he walked up to me.
"You look like shit," he said.
"Thanks, you're really up for cheering me up today, aren't you?" I snapped.
Eli grabbed my arm and I didn't tense at all. He pushed the sleeve of my jumper up and ran his fingers over the needle marks. "We'll find out what they did," he said lowly and I pulled my arm away, pushing my sleeve down and crossing my arms over my chest.
"You can't act like you know what they did," I said quietly. "You'll give it away that you know if you act any different today."
Eli nodded his hand and raised his hand, moving my hair away from the stitches on my face. "I know what I'm doing, princess," he said.
"I don't," I said. "I plan on winging everything.
"I wouldn't expect anything else," he murmured and suddenly dropped his hand. "Lets go."
I had biology first thing so Eli and I went together. I ignored Jasper and his friends when we walked past them and took our seats.
Before I could even asked Eli held out a pen for me and I smirked. "Thanks," I said. "But I don't think I'm going to be up for writing much in this state." I looked at my hands and Eli nodded.
The teacher started the class and I zoned out, already knowing all of what he was saying.
Twenty minutes later everyone in class started to move and I stiffened when the guys in front of us turned around to face Eli and I. "What the fuck do you want?" I snapped.
"Is she always a bitch?" Jasper asked, looking at Eli with raised eyebrows.
Eli glanced at me and shrugged his shoulders. "You get used to it. She tried to stab me when we first started living together. Didn't you, princess?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You stole my sandwich," I said. "And I'm still annoyed I missed."
Eli looked at Jasper. "You get used to it," he repeated.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" I asked.
"Were you even listening to the teacher?" Sammy asked, raising a brown eyebrow at me.
"Of course she wasn't," Eli said.