Waiting Room pt. 2
Panic gripped Harry. His brain struggled frantically to understand the situation. All the while Raiffe stood there with a knowing smirk on his face. As if he knew exactly what was going on in Harry’s mind and found it amusing.
Harry was seized by an overwhelming urge to wipe that smirk from Raiffe’s face. He grabbed the lamp from the table and hurled it at Raiffe. It passed harmlessly through him and shattered on the wall behind.
Now the room was much darker, the only light filtering through the tinted glass of the interrogation window. In this half-light, Harry saw Raiffe sigh and look at his watch.
Harry attempted to pick up the metal table, intending to throw it through the window. It wouldn’t budge. He felt the panic tightening its’ grip.
I have to get out of this place, thought Harry.
“Harry”, Raiffe said with an evil smile. “If you are in such a hurry to leave, Why not use the door?”
Harry had a feeling he didn’t want to know what was on the other side of that door.