Chapter 17 c Ugly Secrets

Iggy had no desire to meet his gaze, or to even acknowledge him at all. He stared into the distance, cold, empty. “I wish you’d leave me,” even his voice sounded blue, “let me die. Kill me. I don’t even know why I am still breathing. Just do it, already.”

Firmin lifted an eyebrow. “You’re on a rampage or you’re suicidal. Not much in between, is there?”

“You don’t know anything about me.” He was right.

Firmin tilted his head to the side and reached down to the straps fastened around Iggy’s ankles. “I know that you’re going to need some help getting out of these.” Then, he went underneath and unhinged the strap from the under-hook.

Iggy’s torso loosened from the board. The straps around his wrists remained intact, but even so, he still considered making a run for it. After all, that’s what he already knew he was good at.