Scuffle.

Sol's POV

I was growing tired of being locked inside this stupid-ass room. There had to be some way to get out of here. It's been four days since that bastard Roy locked me inside this place, and it's been nothing but boring. There was nothing here except stupid, ugly clothes and a blanket with a bathroom. I had no phone or TV to keep me entertained.

I paced the length of the room for what felt like the hundredth time, running my hands through my hair in frustration. The walls were closing in on me, and I could feel my patience wearing thin. I couldn't help but wonder what was happening outside these walls. What was Roy planning? Why was he keeping me here? The questions circled in my mind, but I had no answers.