Numb: A Sociopath in Love

Ch. 5 :P

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Gabbie leaned over to the side of the grey sidewalk, and I heard her retching from behind me. I had to grind my jaws together painfully to stop from snapping at her, as her boyfriend mumbled something in a soothing voice to her. She groaned, coughing once, before their footsteps joined mine on the steps of the station.

I turned to see Gabbie being supported by Manny, her blonde hair in tangles since her return at 3 am. Her face was pale and sweaty, but she wiped at her forehead before stumbling forward, following me into the station.

I swore under my breath, pissed off that Gabbie had still insisted on coming, even though she was very hung over. I’d guessed that she and Manny had snuck out to the new club she’d been describing to me yesterday, and she still wasn’t over the large amount of alcohol she’d consumed illegally.

Manny looked like he was at least trying to cover up her obvious hang over, as we walked into the police station, two out of three officers present.

Gabbie groaned, and muttered, “Smells like fucking sweaty pigs in here,” and promptly started dry heaving. I whipped my head back at her, from the officers’ questioning faces, and jerked my head at Manny towards the corner. He nodded, dragging Gabbie over to the corner where she moaned and clutched at her head.

I heard hyena giggling behind me, and ground my teeth together. The twins nearly slammed into me from behind, fist pumping each other and ogling the mesh cabinet behind the desk containing the officers’ firearms.

“Yo! The rifle looks so sick, bet I’m a better shot with it than you!”

“Heads up retard, who’s got the better eye?”

“Ow!”

Jer rubbed at his now swelling and purpling eye, as Eli laughed and the officers grabbed them both and yanked them away from the cabinet. I stood off to the side, watching the twins hassling the officers with questions while attempting to make off with their handguns, and Gabbie blabbering away, still half-drunk. I sighed heavily in frustration, and Terry moved beside me, grinning.

I raised my eyebrow at him, and he laughed shortly, explaining, “Sorry, it’s just funny, the comparison. It’s hard to believe that the serious hunter is related to the idiot twins and the drunk.”

Rolling my eyes, I pushed past him, and he laughed again. I walked up to the officers, mentally cursing my father for insisting my ‘harmless’ relatives tag along, and asked him gruffly, “Where’s he being held?”

The officer blinked stupidly at me, freckled skin ruddy with a big nose. “Sorry, who?”

“The hunter,” I snapped, finally losing my patience.

His brown eyebrows furrowed down into his massive face, taking on a hostile expression. “Sonny, you’d better learn to address others with some respect. Now, I don’t want to, but if I have to I will put you in one of these cells if you can’t behave.”

My jaw ached from the force of grinding my teeth, and I felt like shouting in his face how the hell he could call me misbehaving compared to my rambunctious cousins and drunken sister. Sometimes, I really thought some of the people in this town could do with watching less TV and actually paying attention to the world.

I glared at him, before pushing past him and walking by myself down the hall, to the interrogation room. The officers’ keys jingled as they caught up, bending down to unlock the heavy green door. Stepping in, I blinked in the white surroundings, seeing only white walls and floor, the ceiling lighted with only one small florescent lamp. There was a tiny metal table with what looked like a very uncomfortable metal chair drawn away from it. A slightly larger wooden chair was on my side of the table, with no other furniture or windows.