We Are Bulletproof | MYG (21+)

Part 18

"I told you, I don't know anything." Your voice was hoarse and scratchy due to what felt like hours of questioning. The white table in front of you seemed to blur in and out of focus as your eyelids drooped. They hadn't let you eat or drink anything since you'd been here and you felt extremely dehydrated and slightly dizzy from hunger. Was this some sort of cruel and unusual punishment?

The detective continued to pace in front of you with a grim expression on her face. She was a tall, stocky middle-aged woman with chocolate, silver toned hair that was pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She was wearing a sleek grey pantsuit and her badge glistened on her left breast pocket. She had been the one questioning you when you had been brought to the police station after turning yourself in.

"So you've said, and yet I can't help but think you're lying to me." She turned back to face you and placed her palms on the table in front of you. She was trying to intimidate you, you knew that much.

"Why would I lie to you? I've been a prisoner in their house for weeks. Why would I ever want to help them?" You gritted your teeth and nearly spit at her in anger. You had been going in circles during this entire session. She would accuse you of hiding something and then you would try to reassure her that you weren't. it wasn't working. No matter what you said, she didn't believe you.

From her anger and her passionate questioning of you, you could only assume that this investigation was personal for her. She seemed a little more aggressive than you thought a detective should be, and even though you were supposed to be an innocent witness, she was treating you like a criminal.

"Well, from the long an elaborate sob story that you've been reciting, it seems to me that you've had more than a few occasions to contact the police, and yet you never did. Am I wrong in this assessment?"

"What are you talking about? I never had a chance to call the police."

"I beg to differ. Did you not say that you were separated from them for an entire week?" She raised an eyebrow and you closed your mouth. She had a point. During the week that you had been at Becca's apartment, you hadn't called the police even though you had every opportunity. You had been telling yourself that you were simply laying low before you blew up their world, but that wasn't entirely true.

"Not only that, but I have it on good authority that you have been out in public with them on several occasions." She quirked an eyebrow and you bristled.

"I tried to escape. I tried to leave as soon as I got the chance, but it didn't work. They found me and they punished me for it. I did everything I could to get out of there." You protested.

"And yet during that week long hiatus, you didn't once attempt to contact the outside. Forgive me, but it seems like you were more than just their prisoner."

Your cheeks flushed at her implication. She continued to pace in front of you, her eyes sharp and vicious like a snake just before they sprung on their prey.

"Someone like you, a pretty girl in the heart of their home, you must have heard something. You have to give me something." You could hear the desperation in her voice. Even though it seemed like something that should have reassured you, it didn't. If she was desperate, it meant she was willing to risk anything. She had nothing left to lose and if that meant using you as leverage, she would do it.

"What do you think I was doing in there? You think I was sleeping around with them like some kind of prostitute?" You spat bitterly. The detective let out a small sigh and stopped pacing, clasping her hands behind her back.

"We all have to do what we must to survive. There are no judgements here. All I need from you is information. You don't have to protect them." You could see from her barely veiled disgust, that her 'no judgements' argument was completely false. That only made you even more angry.