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12. Choices.
"Who is that fucker?" Bobbi snarls as soon as he is out of ear shot. I'm so sore and tired, I don't even raise my head to her.
"I don't know his-his name. He has an allias. He admitted it's not his name though." I can't risk telling her his alliasis 'Trevor', but I can tell she won't drop it. I keep my voice low out of paranoia of the camera.
"Protecting him?"
"No. Protecting you apparently. Got my ass beat for no reason." I retort.
"Then why don't you give me his name?"
"Because I don't fucking know it. Why are you coming at me like this? I am not your enemy. Keep that energy for Fred in there." I whisper angrily. I understand her being scared and upset, but I am not the one she's going to take it out on. Not in the cage, not in this lifetime.
"I don't know that. I think you are the reason I'm here."
"Really?" I raise an annoyed brow.
"Be
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