Officer Fallon took a deep breath of irritation and surrnder as he stood. The metal chair screeched across the floor, making me cringe slightly. He wiped his chubby finger across his upper lip then slipped his hands into the pockets of his tight spandex pants. "I'm going to send someone in for you to talk to because clearly, I can see we're aren't accomplishing much here," he began while stacking the profile papers together for the fourth time. Did he have OCD or something? He didn't reference those papers once. They were definitely a distraction for him if things got too boring, which apparently they are. What was I supposed to do? Accept it and say, "Yup. You caught me, sir. I'm a wild, drunk party girl who ran off with a complete stranger because he was good in bed."
No.
I was going to stand up for myself for once. I wasn't a push-over, but I wasn't an animal either. I understand why people think I'm a mean person when they see me: I can't smile or laugh unless it really is funny. Like I said before, I'm not here to amuse anyone.
Officer Fallon walked out without a second glance at me. I realized the minute the door shut how savage I looked. I stood next to the chair with furrowed eyebrows, gritting my teeth, and my fists in a pre-fight postition with my elbows bent back. I could only imagine what the other investigators and police officers, and probably my brother, behind the two-way mirror must be thinking.
I kept inside my head as I slowly stepped back to my seat behind the table. Somehow I must retain my calmness until I see Monsieur again. He is the only one who has kept me sane. Anna, as well, has kept me quite collected, but I have easier access to Monsieur than her. A gleaming glass of water stared back at me from the far corner in front of me. How was I so oblivious to the lamp and the water? I raised my eyebrows and closed my eyes in carelessness. I reached over to get the glass as a young woman no older than thrity-two stepped in. Her pointed black heels make a sharp sound on the ground. Was it just me or was my hearing becoming more acute? I wasn't sure.
In the woman's slender hands were yellow folders, stapled papers, and a pen clipped to the top of one of the folders. My eyes followed her the exact same way they fol
No.
I was going to stand up for myself for once. I wasn't a push-over, but I wasn't an animal either. I understand why people think I'm a mean person when they see me: I can't smile or laugh unless it really is funny. Like I said before, I'm not here to amuse anyone.
Officer Fallon walked out without a second glance at me. I realized the minute the door shut how savage I looked. I stood next to the chair with furrowed eyebrows, gritting my teeth, and my fists in a pre-fight postition with my elbows bent back. I could only imagine what the other investigators and police officers, and probably my brother, behind the two-way mirror must be thinking.
I kept inside my head as I slowly stepped back to my seat behind the table. Somehow I must retain my calmness until I see Monsieur again. He is the only one who has kept me sane. Anna, as well, has kept me quite collected, but I have easier access to Monsieur than her. A gleaming glass of water stared back at me from the far corner in front of me. How was I so oblivious to the lamp and the water? I raised my eyebrows and closed my eyes in carelessness. I reached over to get the glass as a young woman no older than thrity-two stepped in. Her pointed black heels make a sharp sound on the ground. Was it just me or was my hearing becoming more acute? I wasn't sure.
In the woman's slender hands were yellow folders, stapled papers, and a pen clipped to the top of one of the folders. My eyes followed her the exact same way they fol
