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๐๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ
๐๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ, ๐๐ก๐ข๐จ
Sheriff Drew places three images down on the metal table, each a different angle of the deceased body. The first is a full-body shot, showing the womenโs undressed body laying down in the alley. The middle is a shot of the fingerprints on her neck and bruises on her face. The last one shows the way the blood leaked out from under her body.
โDo you know this woman?โ She asks the man.
โNo,โ a drop of sweat travels down his neck to his back.
โMr. Louis, where were you on June 21st at 1:43 am?โ
โI had just gotten off of my shift at Bullets Bar.โ
โCorrect me if Iโm wrong, but isnโt this the alley behind the bar,โ she points to the first photo.
โIt is,โ he nods.
โDid you go out the front or back?โ
โThe front maโam.โ She smirks. Turning around, she grabs a remote from a stand in the room. The t.v comes to life, displaying a video.
โThis video was taken at 1:30 am, from a security camera on the small shop next door. 1:31 am a man wearing a black ACDC shirt with his initials on it comes out the back, where a woman is waiting. 1:32 they start kissing. 1:34 the guy tries to slips his hand up her dress. 1:36 he grabs her by the neck and moves out of frame. 1:38 the dress she was wearing is thrown in view along with her undergarments. 1:43 the body drops to the floor and the guy is nowhere around. Itโs funny because you said you left out the front but isnโt the guy you. I mean arenโt your initials RML, Roger Michael Louis? And isnโt this also your girlfriend, but it couldnโt be, right? I mean you said you didnโt know her.โ She finishes by turning around and crossing her arms.
โShe was a one-night stand, but I donโt know her.โ He explains, to a very unimpressed Sheriff.
โThen explain this,โ she drops multiple pictures of the two. โMr. Louis, she wasnโt a one-night stand, I mean unless you always post pictures with your one-night stands on your Instagram with #loveofmylife.โ
โIโd like to call my lawyer.โ He stands abruptly.
โNo need for a lawyer,โ she hits the next button on the remote, turning it to a different camera angle. Were it shows Mr. Louis viciously beating her and then stabbing her. โYou know what the best part is? This.โ She pauses the video to stop exactly when the man looks up. โDo you have a twin Mr. Louis?โ
The door opens as another cop comes in with handcuffs. โTake him away, Jerry.โ
โWill do. A person is asking for you in the waiting room, sheriff.โ
โName?โ
โDonโt know, but heโs related to a shootout that happened tonight. Said itโs urgent.โ
โIโll go check it out, thanks,โ Closing the door behind her, she heads in the direction of the waiting room. Who could it be she wonders? She grabs the coffee off her desk only to drop it when she sees who the person is.
โSkylar, we need to talk.โ
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๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ฒ, ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐
โHow are you today?โ The receptionist asks, a lustful smile on her lips as she catches sight of the twins and Nate.
โGreat, now,โ Dylan smirks. I roll my eyes as I jab him in the stomach.
โWe have an appointment with Dr. Bow at 11, can we head in?โ Nate asks.
She looks at the computer, typing away, but still watching the boys. Gross. โYou can head in now.โ
โCome on boys,โ Nate all but drags the twins to the room.
โI donโt understand why Iโm here. Iโm fine,โ I comment. Ever since Iโve been jumpier and having not-so-nice dreams, theyโve pushed the idea of my going to see a therapist. News flash, I canโt be fixed.
โWeโre here because we want whatโs best for you and because itโs free.โ He mutters the last part under his breath, but I still hear him.
โItโs only free because the guy owes you!โ Nate shrugs.
โThatโs beside the point, now go in,โ he opens the door and shoves me inside. Bastard!
โYou must be Skylar,โ he speaks. Dr. Bowtoxic looks to be around 40, he has on black wire-rimmed glasses, salt and pepper hair, brown eyes, a grey shirt, thatโs a little too small for his Santa belly, and black slacks.
โWho did you expect it to be, your slutty receptionist?โ
โHow are you doing today?โ He totally skipped my question.
โTerrible.โ
โWhy is that?โ He asks in a therapistโs voice. You know the voice that tells you โIโm here for you and I understand how you feel.โ
โBecause Iโm here, with you,โ I say in a monotone voice.
โDo you always use sarcastic nature instead of emotions?โ
โNo, I cried when that girl didnโt get hit by the bus.โ
โIs violence your way to feel needed? You think to be useful you need to destroy or ruin something?โ How is this guy a therapist? None and I mean absolutely none of that makes sense.
โYou know what Doc, maybe. Maybe I use violence as an outlet.โ I say in an โI need help voiceโ.
โOutlet for what?โ Is the bitch stupid?
โHow are you a therapist!? What else would I do with violence? Are you telling me youโve never destroyed something when youโre angry?โ
โOr is violence the only thing you know?โ
โI know other things, like when the birds meet the b-โ
โWhat about your brothers?โHe cuts me off, fucking rude ass!
" What brothers?โ I act as though I donโt know who heโs referring to.
โLiam and Trey, your brothers.โ I keep a blank expression. This bitch needs to work harder to break me open. And correction that isnโt my brothers, theyโre my half.
