Miles My kidnapper

Connet the dots

—were all in the same game, just dealing with different levels. Dealing with the same hell, just different devils—
Raya POV: (flashback a year ago a day after y/n killed Jason)

Today was take your child to work day. My least favorite day of the school year. My father was a cop, and when ever it was take your child to work day, I ended up missing school to sit at his desk and eat donuts. I know that sounds better than school, but honestly it'a not. My fathers a real ass.

I got out of bed and looked around my room. My room had a queen bed in the left hand part of the room. And next to the queen bed was a nightstand. I had carpet for flooring. My room had orangish twinkly lights above my bed. I had multiple posters of bands aswell. My dad always told me my music wasn't 'appropriate', but I don't give a rats ass.

(A/n: Raya's room looks like:)

I went over to my small closet and picked out an outfit. I didn't know what to wear since I was gonna be stuck in the police station all day. Take your child to work day, only did one thing for young teens. It taught us what we never want our careers to be.

I picked out a cute outfit, that I knew my father wouldn't approve of. I liked pissing him off, I found it funny.

(A/n: the outfit:)

Once I was dress I walked out of my room and down the stairs. Once I got to the kitchen, I started the Keurig. I enjoyed making myself coffee every morning. Coffee is what kept me alive.

My father came down stairs and he had a coffee in his hand. When he saw me he nearly spit out his coffee. He took a big gulp of the coffee that was in his mouth.

"What the hell are you wearing!? Who the fuck bought you that?!" He yelled.

"Clothes, and I bought it myself." I rolled my eyes. Honestly I didn't think anything was wrong with the outfit.

"You look like a prostitute!" He shook his head.

"You know female clothing is over sexulized!" I informed him.

"Change now, Raya!" My father scolded me.

"Fuck off!" I yelled as I ran upstairs with my coffee. I liked angering him because it was fun, well it was only fun when I won the argument. I went to my closet and searched for clothing that was 'appropriate' for a fifteen year old girl.

I changed into a pair of black ripped jeans and an over sized band t-shirt. I put a zip up sweater on to cover my arms.

"Oh good you no longer look like a horror." My father said as I came down the stairs. I rolled my eyes as I got into his cop car. We drove to the station. I sat down in his chair at his desk while people talked to him. I ate a donut and helped myself to more coffee. I was so bored.

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I had been here for five hours now and I've done nothing except be bored! I listen to what the cops were saying, but litterly nothing was going on. Until a cop came in with a file and i over heard him saying stuff about a dead body. I was fascinated, so I kept listening.

"Did the body show signs of struggle? And there was no weapon at the house?" One cop asked.

"Yes struggles, and no weapon at the house." The other cop answered.

"Wow. I wonder if the girl who did it is mental." The first cop said.

"Could be, I mean you don't just murder your step dad randomly after going missing for a few months." The second cop responded.

"Why did they never file a missing persons report?" The first guy questioned.

"Don't know, I'll ask Mrs. Gretin in questioning." The cop replied. They then both walked into a questioning room.

I thought I recognized the last name they used. I thought about it for a while then it hit me. Y/n. They were talking about y/n's family. I hoped y/n was ok, then I started to wonder was she the mental person the were talking about.

A/n: this is what happened last year after you escaped from miles and the day after you murdered Jason. Also I hope you like the book so far. More about Raya is soon to come. (Not proof read)