The Silence Of The Broken

Chapter • Twenty - Seven •

– Ben –

We had not uttered a word before Mrs Thompson with her tear streaked face, lunged at Mr Thompson and grabbed him by the neck.

Awe-stricken and moved just in time, to get her off of him before she decided to choke him, I couldn't understand why she did that. Rosie had to switch seats with her so that Mrs Thompson was at the center of two agents.

To make matters more dramatic, she started to cry and he called her like some juliet in a locked up prison cell. This was by far the most dramatic couple, I had ever met.

We finally got them to stop whining, four days to 15th and we had no time to waste or spare with chaotic drama. I was sitting across Mrs Thompson, cross-legged, while she hugged her knees and rocked herself gently, I studied her for a while before I spoke.

"Ma'am?" She slowly drifted into reality and looked up at me like, she had no clue been here.

"Yes?"

"Do you think, it's ok to answer some of my questions?" As hard as everything was right now, sympathy was due.

It took her exactly a minute to respond and it wasn't verbally.

"When was the last time you spoke to your daughter?"

She pulled her face in her palms and took a deep breath, lifted her hands from her face and looked me straight in the eyes and responded in a sharper tone than she first used in asking me to sit.

" Three or four days ago, I'm not sure"
That's a first.

"Why that long? Did you two have a quarrel, a fight maybe?"

"Not really, we just, just never speak to each other so well"

" How long has this been ongoing, a recent development or it has always been an issue?"
She had shame written all over her brows and her eyes, her lips shook for a while.
She was closing her eyes now and using two fingers from her left hand to touch her lips, in attempt to stop them from shaking so much, she replied with her eyes still closed but her fingers were off the job.

" She hates me, always have. From when she was born till now, she hates me completely and I got tired. Trying to get on her good side, so to answer your question. Yes it has always been there." She opened her eyes and I could see the soft wetness in them, she turned her face away and kept her fingers back on her lips like she was trying to shush herself.

"Ma'am can you account for where she must have gone to, the night she went missing? Where you the one who filled the missing report? "

" No, her father did. I was away on a business trip, I have no idea where she must have been or gone to. Probably a party..." — she said the word party with so much disappointment and annoyance, nearly choked her — " she was always at one, I don't know the one she was at this time and that breaks me agent, it breaks me everyday" — Her voice started to shake, she was going to cry — " it breaks me to know how much of a failure I am to my daughter as a mother. I knew she did all the things she did to escape me and I did nothing to stop her from running away from me. I just need to see my baby,  You need to find her, find her! " She was rocking herself again, she had no more will to wipe the tears from her eyes as they fell. I took that as my cue to leave.

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– Rosie –

Talk about drama and you've got a nominee for the Oscars. Why on earth did they behave like that, I understand grief had it's phases but this was new,  he was sobbing non quietly and heaven it wasnt pleasant to listen to but I just had to do my job, I offered him a handkerchief and waited till his face was well wiped and his sobbing had reduced to sniffles of the barest minimum.