Runaway

Chapter 4

"Oh yeah its such a coincidence," i stated sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

I was seated in an interrogation room in the police station, an annoyed looking officer seated in front of me. He was considerably older, around his late 20's. His hair was light brown, and a stubble formed on his chin. He rested his chin in his palm, elbow on the table, and sighed noticably.

The metal chair was hard under me, and the grey table seated between us was cool. The walls were plain white, no windows, the color contrasting with the concrete floors. One exception was the wall that had the door leading in. This wall had a long wide window stretching across it. I couldn't see out of the window, but i knew people from the other side could see in. One way glass.

"Look, kid, we are examining the picture now to make sure its real, but for now we don't know. The writing could have nothing to do with the incident last year."

"What the hell did you just say to me?" I hissed, shouting at him.

He visibly flinched, and i felt pride surge through me.

"I didnt mean it like tha-"

"HE SHACKLED ME TO A WALL FOR WEEKS. HE FORCED ME TO CALL HIM MASTER. I STILL HAVE SCARS ON MY WRISTS FROM THE CUFFS DIGGING INTO ME." I was standing now, full on screaming at him. "YOU CALL THAT AN INCIDENT?"

"You need to calm down. I didnt mean it like that. I know this experience has shaken you, but we are doing the best we can." He held his arm out, signaling me to sit back down. i didnt.

"Just call me when you figure out anything," with that i stormed out of the interrogation room.

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As i walked through my front door my anger was subsiding, replaced by confusion.

He was the only one who ever called me tori

Those words raced through my mind and sent chills down my spine. I ran into my kitchen, looking to see the time was only 7:00. My parents wouldnt come home until after 10:00.

They had called me, making sure i was okay when they heard about the 911 call id made, but that was it.

Just a "Stay safe vic." From my mom and a "Sorry we cant get home Vic." from my dad. I knew they could get home easily if they really wanted to, but its not like they cared much about me anyway. The only time they really seemed to was after-

No

I cut my thoughts off before i spiraled into a flashback. I sighed, popping myself a toast into the toaster for dinner.

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By the time 9:00 rolled around, i was exhausted from the days events. With tired eyes i shuffled up the stairs into my room and changed into an old plain grey T-shirt and black sleeping pants, throwing my hair into a bun.

As i was about to crawl into bed i heard the front door creak open. Glancing at the time, i realized it was only 9:30. confused, i opened my door quietly and looked downstairs. The front door was closed. The silence of the house unsettled me.

"Mom? Dad?" I spoke up, standing at the top of the stairs.

No reply

I waited a while at that point, staring down, and just as i began to turn away i saw a black streak in the dinning room.

I flashed back to that morning, watching my mother make her low fat yogurt that "keeps her thin". She was wearing a black dress and blazer. Relief washed over me.