The End of it All
Rocke sat down on his chair, and looked around, seeming to be quite disturbed with how dirty the room was. He then turned to me, before sitting down on my right side so that we could look at each other as he began to speak. "Pretty sure you haven't seen me in quite a while have you?" he asked, with a chuckle.
Now I was a lot more scared. I wasn't gonna go to jail, but I had the possibility of dying, and Lord knows how Rocke wanted to kill me for some reason.
I swallowed a lump of fear down my throat, before taking a deep breath and staring at him, trying my best to hold back all of my emotions that were bubbling inside of me, but Rocke moved in front of me, leaning forward with his hands behind his back and his elbows resting on the table as he spoke again.