I had been stuck in this interrogation room for the past 30 minutes at least and I was beginning to get tired of it.  

My head hurt from the lack of sleep considering it was probably 2 am now and I had been up since 4. My wrists were raw because of the stupid cuffs that were around them too tight. I was also fucking starving but that wasn't anything new. My ass was also going numb from the amount of time I have been sitting on this hard chair without being able to move. Something had to be done about this. 

These cuffs were making me way too claustrophobic and I was a few minutes away from trying to break the chains to get out of them.

Knowing they had a camera in this room I shouted the first thing that came to my mind.

 "I have to fucking pee!" I yelled as I pulled on my cuffed hands.

 "I know you can hear me!" I yelled again, "let me out of here or I'm going piss my pants!" I knew I was bluffing, I didn't really have to pee but I was tried of being in this chair at two o'clock in the morning. 

Just as I was about to yell out again the door finally opened. I gave out a sigh in relief knowing the sooner this starts the sooner I can get out of here. 

"Sorry for the long wait." A man said as he stepped into the room and sat down. He wasn't the same one that forced me into the car earlier and didn't seem as rude. 

"I would have been here earlier but your friends didn't seem to want to answer any of my questions."

"Can you blame them?" I asked rudely as I leaned back in my chair.

"No, I guess I can't. But you would help me out a lot if you would answer my questions."

 "I wouldn't get my hopes up about that." He gave me a small smile at answer.

 "My partner told me that you were a stubborn one."

 "Well your partner is a dick so, that didn't make things any easier."

"He's not here now so maybe you can answer some questions now?" I just say silent. 

"Okay kid, level with me. Out of the six kids we got tonight not a single one of them have told me anything other than their name. Help me out here and answer just a few of my questions and maybe we can talk about all of you getting out of here."

 "Who is here?"

 "I can't tell you names," he said, his face settled into a upset face over it, like he didn't like that he couldn't tell me.

 "Then I can't answer anything." I state, mimicking his expression. He sighed in reply, his head hanging low as he thought for a moment. 

"Kyle," obviously, "Kellan," Kyle's boyfriend, "Boyd," dear god I thought he left, "Torrent," don't know him, "and Chase," he's an ass and could go to hell, "Do you know any of them?" 

 "A few."

"You want to help them get out of this place?"

"Depends, where are they going to end up when they get out of here." No way I was letting Boyd get out just to go back to his mother. Kyle and Kellan could take care of themselves, they would probably run for the hills the first chance they got, but Boyd couldn't take care of himself. 

"There's a camp they'll be sent to. It's for kids who got caught up in the wrong things by accident. You would be going there too if you just answer the stupid questions." His voice was calm as he talked, soothing almost, like he wanted me to get out of this just as much as I wanted to.

 "And what makes this camp better than jail?" 

"You get out when you're 18-"

"That happens in jail too." I cut him off.

"It has better food," he continues like he was never interrupted. "Doesn't go on your criminal record, is a lot less strict, helps you get back on your feet after you leave, and it's practically a free summer camp year round." 

I had to admit, this sounded a lot better than jail or going back home by some miracle.

"It's tempting," I admit. "But you want something more than just answers don't you?" I accuse, "And what about our parents? You can't just take us away without their consent."

"I just want answers, as for your parents we can do what ever we want until they show up and claim you and take you home. If we do end up sending you off tonight then your parents have 90 days to claim you before you are a ward of the state and we have say in how you are prosecuted."

 "So you're saying that if I just answer your questions, me and my friends get to go to this camp as long as we aren't claimed by our parents?" I clarify. If I was even going to consider doing this then I needed to be sure I had all the pieces to the puzzle.

 "That's exactly what I'm saying." He said with a small smile. 

"No other catch?" 

"Nothing at all."

 None of our parents are going to claim us, it was a rule we had. If you get caught then you have to get yourself out of it and if you can't then you have to deal with what ever comes your way. 

"What do you want to know?" I asked tiredly as I leaned forward. 

"I knew you would come around." He said with a small smile before opening a notepad on the table and pulled out a pen.

 "I haven't come around." I clarify. "I'm helping out my friends who were too stupid to take the deal."

"What's your name?"

"Jax Young." He smiles as he writes my name out on the notepad. "What's yours?" I ask because I'm genuinely curious.

 "Patrick. How long have you been forced to do this?"

"No one said I was forced." I pointed out in a cold tone.

 "Jax, you fighting this isn't going to help your friends get out of here faster. They're all sitting in a room like this, bored out of their mind and probably worrying themselves sick. Just answer my questions." His sentence came out more like a plea. As if he actually cared about all of us.  

"Six years." I finally grumble out.

 "How old are you now?"

"Seventeen." 

"So you started fighting at eleven years old?"

"Yes."

 "Where's you father?"

 "By now I would say on a plane to Mexico." I say honestly. The second he left me behind he was good as gone. 

"You have no idea where he would have gone?" 

"He could be anywhere by now. He has friends that are just as bad as him in every state and Mexico. The only way you're going to find him is if you have a rat in every city known to man. He won't stay away from the fights for long though." 

"What about the other kid's parents?"

"I don't know any of their parents well enough but you don't have to worry about them coming back. It's a rule that our fighters have, if you get caught you're on your own."

"I can't decide if I like that or not." Patrick said honestly as he wrote some more things down. Patrick was staring at his notepad in deep thought before looking back up at me.

"I think that's all the questions I have for right now. When you actually get to camp though someone might pull you aside for more questions."

"So I can leave now?" I ask, getting very annoyed that at how long I have been here. 

"Not tonight," he said with a gentle smile as reached forward to uncuff my hands from the table but his words made my blood boil.

 "What do you mean not tonight?" I all but yell as I pull my freshly uncuffed hands away from the man. "We had a deal; I answer question, my friends and I get to leave." 

"I didn't think you would be so eager to get there." He said playfully as he walked closer to the door, his hand hovering over the handle. 

"I'm not, I just don't want to be here any longer." I growl out.

 "We're taking all of you to camp tomorrow. It's too late to for a road trip and I think all of you kids could use a good meal and a clean pair of clothes before we drop you off. I'll personally drop you off first thing tomorrow morning."

 "I don't have money for that stuff and I doubt the other guys do either." Patrick gave me a sweet smile before opening the door.

 "Let me worry about that. You try to catch up on some sleep, I'll be right back." With that he was out the door and I was left alone. 

I sigh to myself as I lay my head down on the table, my hands rubbing my wrists under the table.

And just think, a few hours ago I was positive there were only two ways this day would end and now here I am sitting in an interrogation room waiting until morning so I can get shipped off to some criminal conversion camp. 

I was luckily able to doze off again as I waited for officer Patrick to come back. I didn't actually think that he was going to end up coming back but I have to admit I jump out of a dead sleep when the door opens again.

My eyes were wide until I realize the person at the door was just officer Patrick. He held a throw away plate of pizza in one hand and a cup of water in the other. A bundle of something was folded under the plate but my eyes were too busy eye fucking that pizza to care about that.

I felt my heart rate slow back down when I saw it was only him.

 "We have more in there too if you want more." He says as he puts the plate in front of my and laying the cup there too.

 In all honesty that would probably be more than enough. He practically put half a pizza on one plate, not that I was complaining; I hadn't had a full meal in a while. 

"Thanks." I whisper as I wipe the sleep from my eyes. 

"It's no problem, we figured it had been a while since you guys had some good, greasy pizza." 

"So Kyle and Boyd are eating to?" I clarify as I shove a piece into my mouth. Patrick smiles again before sitting in the chair in front of me again.

 "Yea, there all doing fine. They all seemed pretty happy that you took the deal like smart person."

 "You just pissed them all off too much for them to think rationally." I mumble; I doubt he could even hear it as he went back to fumbling with the bundle.

 "I didn't know your size so I took a guess and aimed a bit high." He said as he unfolded it and showed it to me. "I also didn't know your favorite color so I figured you can't go wrong with black."

 I hadn't noticed how much I was shivering in the cold room until he had something so warm looking dangling in front of me.

My hand shot out to reach for the hoodie, which Patrick let me have the moment my hand came in contact with the fabric. 

I pull it over my head quickly before going back to my dinner that tasted better and better with each bite I took. 

"You don't have to eat so fast," Patrick said with a small giggle as I scarfed down my food. "No one is going to take it away from you." He promised, the joking giggle now nowhere to be seen. 

I slow down after that but Patrick still watched every move I made. 

 "You know, you don't expect that much fight to come out of something that can look as precious as a toddler when they eat." He says, his smile back where it belongs.

I give him a weird look as I keep eating, not caring enough to question his statement.

"With all the videos I've seen I would have thought you would be something like a marine when you did anything. Hell, you even look like a shorter, not as bulky version with hair."

"You saw me fight?"

 "Only the two you did tonight. Everyone in the station came to watch what our mole was sent in to get. A lot of people were pretty impressed you and your friend Kyle."

I grimace at the thought of people seeing me beat up and knock out Boyd. I still felt bad about it. 

"Is Boyd okay?" I find myself asking even though I know I don't have a right to since I'm the one who hurt him.

 "He's fine. Has a small bump on his head and a headache but we got him some Advil so he should be fine now that he has some food in his stomach. Do you want more?" He asked pointing to my now empty plate.

I just shake my head in response, my eyelids feeling heavy again now that my stomach didn't feel like it was getting stabbed.

Patrick takes away the plate and cup before standing up and walking over to a trashcan in the corner of the mostly empty room.

 "Do you like movies?" He asked kindly even though all I wanted him to do was shut up so I could sleep.

 "I don't know. I'm not allowed to watch TV." Patrick's mouth drops open as he stares at me like a crazy person. 

"You haven't seen Grease? Or Jaws? Or Dirty Dancing?" I frown at the name of the last movie but shake my head. "I'll be right back." He decided before walking out of the room without another word.

 I wanted to wait to see what he was going to bring back but my heavy eyes won the war and the next thing I know my head is slowly leaning forward to rest on the table but I find that uncomfortable.

 So with a groggy brain I slowly crawl on top of the table before curling up and letting sleep take over for the night.