"That woman doesn't even look like me."

Mr. Anderson scoffed once more and looked away from me, "You can ask whatever you want, you're not getting shit from me."

A knife sailed past my face and grazed Mr. Anderson's cheek before it landed firmly in the wall behind him. 

"You'll answer every question she asks," Tyler stated in a bored, but threatening tone. Mr. Anderson glared in Tyler's direction before his angered stare fell on me.

I fought back the smile that played at my lips upon seeing the defeated expression on Mr. Anderson's face. I stared daggers at him, "Where is my sister?"

He told me the same thing Marcellia told me when I asked her about Hannah, "She doesn't want to see you."

I glared at him, "That's not what I asked you."

I took the knife beside his head from the wall and brought it to his throat, "I'm not going to ask again." 

Mr. Anderson stared amusingly at me, "You don't have the guts."