The chase

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"Well I felt bad for her so I invited her out," Knox confessed.

I folded my hands in irritation. I knew I wasn't hot at that time. But still.

"After that you developed feelings for each other?" Ms Wilson asked.

"No." We both replied at the same time.

"We kinda got together as study buddies. Then slowly we became friends as we hung out together. We had common interests. By the end of highschool he suddenly left.

"Why'd he leave?"

Yeah...I didn't ask about it." I turned to him. "Why'd you leave?"

He rolled his eyes unable to bear all the questions. "My adoptive parents wanted wanted me to move with them to DC. I was 17. So I couldn't make myself any choice legally."

"Why didn't you ever let me meet your parents?"

He sighed again. "It's not like you were my girlfriend or something. Stop asking so many questions."

I bit my lips to prevent myself from bursting out any time again.

"But. I'm legally your wife. And I know almost nothing about you." I said calmly.

He looked down on me coldly. "Good. I intend to keep it that way."

"Anything else adding to it?" Ms Wilson asked.

"I'mma about to tell you the whole." I finally lost my temper thinking about what he said.

Few hours later.........

"And then my boss tells me his family's from Mafia! Yakuza mother, dead Brazilian mafia boss dad and yes! Don't forget about his siblings he's been meeting in prison!" I rattled away.

Ms Wilson had already put down her notepad and listened to me with amusement.

"Is this for real?" She whispered to Knox.

Knox sighed. "She's delusional....I suppose....work stress..."

"TWO PEOPLE WERE ON THEIR WAY TO KILL US NOW!" I screamed at him. "Everything was ok till murder. Why did you have to murder?" You should have stuck to your heists! Less evidence! Murder? Easily you can find out culprits. Unsolvable murders are rare. The FBI, oh especially Hyena will find you and sentence you for life or even death."

"So....you support his supposed criminal activities?" Ms Wilson asked.

"No! I....don't."

"She'll never able to catch me." Knox shrugged off.

"Oh now you come to tell truth?"

"Wait, wait....all she said was real?" Ms Wilson asked shocked.

"Just write something on the paper and send us off and we'll not do anything to you." Knox replied.

She tried to reach her phone but he nicked it from her.

"We're just here for some therapy not jail." Knox's tone began to turn scary now.

"Don't threaten her." I stood up.

"You started it! Ok? I didn't want to come here and complicate things further. We both agreed for secrets. WE ARE NOT EVEN A REAL COUPLE DAMN IT!"

"But look at us. We're best friends from highschool. We almost grew up together into adults. There's supposed to be no secrets between us."

He laughed coldly.
"Is that what you think? I never considered you as my best friend for a second. You kept telling just because of your whims. I didn't want to hurt your feelings. And I like to keep some matters private. Matters that are none of your business like I told you at that night."

I looked away to control my tears that could fall any minute. Yeah. Fake couples can fight. There's nothing wrong with that.

Except this reminded me of my mom and dad's fights. Maybe I was becoming just like them.  I had one simple personal rule for this marriage. "No fights no matter what."

I know it's impossible.

Bur I simply didn't want to repeat what my parents did to each other. Abusing each other emotionally and physically. Never.

I wanted to get out of it as soon as possible.

"Yeah....sorry completely forgot about that. I'm sorry I forced you here." I got up.

"And I....will going alone for now..... to clear my head...I'll come home later." I let out a half smile to correct the cold atmosphere.

"Do as you wish." He snarled as he looked down.

I hopped my way into the duck pond park, sitting again, all alone. This time with one leg broken and clutches at night.

Well, he never loved me or even considered me as his friend for that matter. We just stuck around. I......stuck around in illusion with a big fat crush.

There's no use in mopping around. But there was still a tiny part left in me hoping that maybe he actually loved me back.

But logical me knows better.

"Look at you. You're still the ugly boring girl with shallow personality." A voice echoed. "No one can like you."

"True" I agreed with the voice.

"I know I'm ugly inside out and pathetically lonely, you don't have to tell me that."

I stretched my unbroken leg. I simply don't want to waste my energy by crying over this.

So. I had an idea. To get drunk.

Everything gets better after that.

I mean. It was Saturday. No office on Sunday. Even the case was taken away. So I had loads of time to waste.

I slowly got up and headed to the nearest bar to get wasted away.