Carnal Desire "The Awakening"

Prologue

I heard the thick metal re-enforced door shut behind me with a click that sent a faint echo throughout the small room. I stared at the metal table in the center of the room, then sat down on the steel chair across from the two-way mirror, resting my arms on the cold hard tabletop.

The room smelled of pine sol and bleach, like it had just been cleaned recently. Which given the décor was a plus. The beige brick walls were old and dingy. The concrete floor was ugly and stained with regret and bad decisions.

I waited patiently for someone to walk in the door. From the night I had, I knew that it was far from over. To many holes in the gaps that needed to be filled. And in my case, some things were better left unsaid.

I was far from stupid, meaning I wasn't going to say anything to incriminate myself. I had experience with asshole cops before, not that I made it a habit to visit places like this, I just don't trust the police. And with the way the world is today, can you really blame me?

I could feel eyes staring at me through the two way mirror in front of me. I peered through the window, knowing there were people on the other side studying my every move. My adrenaline was still at an all-time high from the events earlier this evening, I tried calming myself with breathing exercises, but somehow, that didn't work.

I sat back in the chair, putting my head back and stared at the ceiling. Thinking about how the past ten months or so have played out for me. Trying to come to an understanding or even a small clue to where everything truly began to take a turn from what used to be some sort of normalcy to the chaos that has been my life for my entire senior year of high school.

I guess the one good thing about being in here alone was that I could reflect on how I ended up in this shit hole. I thought back to where it all started. The mess that I now found myself in. And as clichéd as it is, things started to take a turn when I met a woman. Not just any woman, but the woman.

Truthfully? I wouldnt change meeting her for anything in the world. In the grand scheme of things, I would gladly do it all over again, because I did it all for her. The things people do for love. I can attest that the old saying it really does hold merit, I speak from personal experience.

Before my thoughts could delve further into thoughts of her, the strong metal re-enforced door opened. In walked a tall blond woman, her hair in a ponytail. Who was dressed in a grey tailored fitted women's business suit. Her black wingtips making light clicking noises against the concrete floor, carrying a rather robust file in her hand.

"Good morning Ms. Hawkins. I am detective Lancaster." She said as she approached the other side of the table. Her tone indicating that she was the one in charge. I had seen her kind plenty of times to know she meant business.

Although, if she thought I was just some meek eighteen year old high school student who didn't understand a damn thing, then she is going to be sadly mistaken. But something tells me, the woman standing in front of me takes her career a lot more serious than most.

She let the thick file in her hand drop in the middle of the table, an intimidation tactic that was supposed to scare me. It almost made me smile from the sheer amateur nature of it, but I held back and kept my composure. She took a seat in front of me, pulling her chair in then placing her elbows on the table. Leaning forward to try to generate what I'm assuming is the seriousness of the situation.

As if I could forget what happened only a few hours ago. This was completely ridiculous and unnecessary if you ask me. All I needed now was the good cop bad cop routine and the past twenty four hours of my life would be complete.

However, I was aware that all of this was just about law enforcement getting answers and details about the events. So in that sense I could understand to a degree that the hardened exterior of Detective Lancasters scrutinizing gaze had its purpose. "Good morning Detective." I said in order to get the formalities out of the way. Not in any way bothered by her failing attempt to intimidate me.

"I'm going to be straightforward with you. I don't want to be here just as much as you don't want to be here. So let's just be honest with each other so we can get out of here quicker." She stated as her scrutinizing gaze remained plastered on her expression.

Nodding my head in agreement, I rested my arms on the table crossing one over the other. "Fair enough." I replied returning her stare.

"Excellent." She said, her look softened as she continued. "So, what can you tell me about the events that happened leading up to last night?" She inquired giving me a questioning look. Not wasting any time.

"I thought you said you wanted me to honest with you?" I asked with a quizzical expression.

"Yes, I did. Is there a problem?" She replied furrowing a brow.

I had calculated my options before I even entered this room. Weighed every outcome I could think of. I was well aware of the risks. And the way I saw it, there was only one way out of this.

"Well if that's what you want and it was your idea, I feel as if we have to go back to the beginning." I stated. I knew it was vital that detective Lancaster know as much as the truth as I could give. She did seem trustworthy, for a cop anyway. And I've always had a certain amount of respect for someone who called it like they see it. Something told me she would listen.

"Okay." She said with a tap of her finger on the table. "Tell me where you think we should start." The tall blond said as she leaned back in her chair.

It's hard to actually pinpoint where it all started, some things may be hard to follow at first. So, forgive me if things are a bit unclear in the beginning, but please keep in mind that this all so fresh and this is the first time Im actually going to say this out loud.