{"id":3142,"date":"2022-11-13T11:43:56","date_gmt":"2022-11-13T16:43:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.egoworks.com\/?page_id=3142"},"modified":"2022-11-13T18:10:11","modified_gmt":"2022-11-13T23:10:11","slug":"freeze-frame-chapter-14-ambush","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.egoworks.com\/?page_id=3142","title":{"rendered":"[FREEZE FRAME] CHAPTER 14: AMBUSH"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3143\" src=\"https:\/\/www.egoworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/Freeze-Frame-14.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"776\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.egoworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/Freeze-Frame-14.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.egoworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/Freeze-Frame-14-232x300.jpg 232w, https:\/\/www.egoworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/Freeze-Frame-14-111x144.jpg 111w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My body felt burdensome as I shuffled back to Nancy&#8217;s room, papers rustling in my hands. Practicing with Norman and Alex, although fun was quite tiring. My throat felt sore from all the singing and laughing. A nice hot tea from the cafeteria would hit the spot but a hot shower would be much better. I would have to thank Arthur personally for including that miracle in his designs for the place.<\/p>\n<p>As I got to the door I could hear voices from inside of the room. Maybe someone just came over to visit Nancy, I figured as I turned the knob.<\/p>\n<p>Justin rose cordially from the sofa as I came in. Nancy remained seated in her chair, waving her greeting instead.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hey there,&#8221; I said, closing the door behind me. &#8220;So what&#8217;s going on?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Justin lowered himself back onto the cushion. &#8220;Oh, we were just talking,&#8221; he replied. &#8220;I hear you&#8217;ve been nurturing a new talent you&#8217;ll be sharing with us tomorrow night.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I tossed the papers on the end table. &#8220;I knew word gets around quick but damn, there goes the element of surprise.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We&#8217;re all excited about it,&#8221; Nancy added. &#8220;We don&#8217;t have that many performing artists among us so the more the merrier.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Glad I&#8217;m filling a niche,&#8221; I replied, stretching my back. &#8220;I didn&#8217;t know I could sing either until I started doing it. It&#8217;s fun.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Justin picked up some of my papers, casually flipping through them. &#8220;So are these the songs?&#8221; he asked. &#8220;Did you write them yourself?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;They&#8217;re some, &#8221; I answered. &#8220;We haven&#8217;t decided which ones to use yet. I don&#8217;t think we&#8217;ll have a problem. And no, I didn&#8217;t write them. They&#8217;re just songs I remember the words to.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s great&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>A weird quiet passed through the room, making me at once suspicious. This wasn&#8217;t a natural lull in conversation but the silent debate that occurs when someone wants to say something they shouldn&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I hear that you&#8217;ve been spending time with Jinnai.&#8221; He started slow, gauging my reaction. His tone immediately put me on the defensive.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Like I said, word gets around, huh?&#8221; I struggled to act as normal as possible, unfortunately not doing very well with it. &#8220;What about it? He said he was off duty. I didn&#8217;t get him into trouble did I?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Justin laughed at my concern. &#8220;No, you&#8217;re not in trouble,&#8221; he said, reassuring me. &#8220;I saw you two in the hallway after the security meeting. Jinnai was telling the truth.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The rat&#8217;s attempt at playing a good-cop routine was irritating me. &#8220;Okay,&#8221; I answered, making my way to the bedroom. &#8220;So if that&#8217;s all&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We&#8217;re concerned you&#8217;re spending too much time with him,&#8221; Nancy blurted to Justin&#8217;s chagrin. He slipped her a nasty glance she ignored. &#8220;First the beach then the library&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>My annoyance was too much to hide. &#8220;Are you spying on me? I didn&#8217;t do anything wrong if that&#8217;s what you&#8217;re wondering. And neither did he.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Justin stood up, waving his hands in front of him. &#8220;No, No! Of course we&#8217;re not spying. Nancy didn&#8217;t mean it like that. Other rats have just decided to tell me where you were today.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh did they?&#8221; I asked, raising an eyebrow, my voice dripping with restrained ire. &#8220;Did they tell you that I was in the music room with Norman and Alex? Or that we went to visit Beatrice to cheer her up and play some of the songs for her?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Justin and Nancy looked at each other sheepishly.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;How about when I went to visit Eddie again? Did they tell you that?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s not what you think,&#8221; he tried explaining.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But I bet they told you every single moment I was with Jinnai down to the minute.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Justin cleared his throat. &#8220;We&#8217;re just making sure nothing happens.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What happens?&#8221; I snapped, my voice raising. &#8220;I have yet to have anyone tell me what exactly the problem is with Jinnai.&#8221; I took a step closer. Justin&#8217;s eyes narrowed at my bravado. &#8220;Maybe you can fill me in. What is it you&#8217;re protecting me from?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We just don&#8217;t want him to hurt you,&#8221; Nancy blurted again. Justin abruptly raised a finger motioning her to stay silent. I rolled my eyes.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;All we&#8217;re trying to say is that Jinnai has a reputation we want to make sure you know about.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t believe the nerve, considering he was one of the rats perpetuating this &#8216;reputation&#8217; that as far as I was concerned was undeserved. I bit my tongue wanting so much to tell Justin and all his little rat friends to go screw themselves.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Justin, Nancy, I really appreciate all that you are doing for me.&#8221; A sigh came out like a low hiss. &#8220;I can&#8217;t even begin to think how I can repay your generosity. I understand you are concerned for my well being especially where Jinnai is concerned, giving his upbringing&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;So you understand what we&#8217;re doing.&#8221; Justin interrupted.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I didn&#8217;t say that,&#8221; I replied. &#8220;Honestly, can either of you stand there and tell me when was the last time you&#8217;ve ever heard of Jinnai being violent? Even the slightest bit rude to anyone to justify this paranoia?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We&#8217;re not paranoid,&#8221; Nancy answered.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re not answering me either.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The silence spoke volumes.<\/p>\n<p>I waved my hosts off. &#8220;Instead of being worried about what Jinnai might do because of the actions of his father, maybe you should concern yourselves with how you&#8217;re treating him is affecting him now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What are you talking about?&#8221; Justin asked.<\/p>\n<p>I snorted at the comment. &#8220;You don&#8217;t talk to him, you don&#8217;t try to get to know him, heck, you even give him a patrol that guarantees he comes in contact with the least amount of people possible.&#8221; I leaned closer. &#8220;And because of what? Because his father did bad things? I got news for you. His father is dead. Stop punishing Jinnai because you can&#8217;t punish Jenner!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Justin flinched back, flabbergasted by my words. His face tightened, furrows wrinkling his forehead. The conversation didn&#8217;t go where he wanted so he didn&#8217;t want to argue any further. It was best since I didn&#8217;t want to continue arguing either.<\/p>\n<p>I lowered my head. &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry Justin,&#8221; I mumbled. &#8220;But I don&#8217;t think what you, Nancy and the others are doing is fair. It&#8217;s bad enough humans treat each other like that. I&#8217;m just disappointed that despite everything the rats have accomplished, they still feel the need to create scapegoats.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The air in the room became thick with tension. I wrung my hands, searching for any justification to get myself out of there. &#8220;If you&#8217;ll excuse me, I&#8217;m really tired and I have a full day ahead tomorrow.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I rushed myself into the bedroom. I hugged the door, panting, listening to the rustling and muffled words on the other side.<\/p>\n<p>There was some hushed talking between Justin and Nancy followed by the sound of the front door opening then closing. I could hear Nancy let out a loud sigh as she paced around the room a bit. I took off my clothes, grabbing a towel hanging on the wall. I needed that shower even more.<\/p>\n<p>The creaking door was the only sound as I stepped back into the living room. I kept my focus on the floor in every attempt to avoid eye contact. I glanced up enough to see Nancy leaning against her desk, deep in thought. She looked back at me more embarrassed than angry.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ve never seen anyone talk to Justin like that before,&#8221; she said.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Just because you&#8217;re a good leader doesn&#8217;t mean you don&#8217;t make mistakes,&#8221; I answered, not really wanting to get into a discussion. &#8220;He isn&#8217;t perfect, just like Jinnai isn&#8217;t violent or cruel or whatever you&#8217;ve confused him with. People should be judged by their own merits. Everyone deserves at least that.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Nancy folded her arms across her chest. I could only hope she was thinking long and hard about her own misperceptions. As I turned to enter the bathroom, she asked me one last question.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Do you like him?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I stopped, looking over my shoulder. &#8220;What?&#8221; I sputtered.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Do you like him? You know, a lot. If you do then I won&#8217;t talk bad about him out of respect.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I shook my head, not believing where this train of thought had turned. &#8220;I don&#8217;t think you should be talking bad about him anyway,&#8221; I answered. &#8220;I like him sure, but not like him&#8230; you know&#8230; I only met him a couple of days go. I&#8217;m not in love with him if that&#8217;s what you&#8217;re asking.&#8221; I shrugged, clutching the towel closer. &#8220;Now if you&#8217;ll excuse me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t have turned away fast enough. Jumping into the bathroom, I closed the door as quick as I did the bedroom door. My heart was pounding as the soothing hot water soaked my fur.<\/p>\n<p>Like Jinnai? Of course I did. He&#8217;s a nice guy. How couldn&#8217;t I like him? But love him? A little premature for Nancy to go asking someone such a personal question like that isn&#8217;t she? Love Jinnai, of course not. We&#8217;re just friends.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Then why does it feel like I&#8217;m lying?<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><strong><center><a href=\"https:\/\/www.egoworks.com\/?page_id=3145\">[FREEZE FRAME] CHAPTER 15: POSSESSION<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; My body felt burdensome as I shuffled back to Nancy&#8217;s room, papers rustling in my hands. Practicing with Norman and Alex, although fun was quite tiring. My throat felt sore from all the singing and laughing. 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