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Seven year old Lauren Fisher couldn't help feel anxious as she sat in the small chair in front of a woman in a blue dress. She didn't know this woman's name, not that the seven year old cared. In fact, all she cared about was colouring in the Barbie on the paper in front of her.
"Okay, Lauren," the woman was sat on the chair, one leg crossed over the other with her hands clasped together in her lap. Lauren looked up from the drawing and mindlessly stared at the woman. She was a rather freckly person with a large nose and a lot of lipstick on. Lauren wondered when she would be going home and seeing her mum. She hadn't seen her mum in ages. "I want you to tell me those bedtime stories your father liked to tell you."
Lauren slouched in the chair, finding the crayons she had been given more interesting. "Bad stuff." She simply whispered, not wanting to elaborate further. Why would she? This was stuff that was personal to her and literally messed the poor kid up. Why on earth was this random woman questioning her so deeply about these things? Lauren was absolutely confused.
The lady nodded. "Can you be more specific?"
Lauren could. Really, she could vividly remember every detail of what her father would tell her whenever she was alone with him. He wasn't nice whatsoever, always wanting to scare her with whatever he imagined. He'd only tell her these stories when she was about to go to sleep. He'd sit on the side of her bed, reciting these terrifying stories and leaving her alone in her bedroom with the door locked and light turned off. She was too short to reach the light switch herself so she spent the night crying loudly in her room while her father went out.
"No." Lauren whispered, moving to pick another crayon from the box. "I don't want to."
"And why's that, Lauren?"
Lauren looked down, her frown becoming more evident on her face. "It's scary."
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"I'm sorry, but Victor Creel?" Laurie had asked Nancy the moment she had explained to both her and Robin exactly what they were going to be looking for.
"Yeah, like I said, It's a shot in the dark." Nancy immediately replied and Laurie wondered if she was always this uptight about stuff. Nancy quickly thinking this in moments after an exchange with Eddie's uncle was actually pretty smart. Especially, in regards to proving that Eddie hadn't murdered Chrissy. This wasn't some shot in the dark, it was more a shot in the horizon.
Laurie shook her head. "No, I'm not saying you're exactly wrong, just those murders were the literal trauma point of my childhood."
Robin turned and faced Laurie as the trio were walking towards the library. "What do you mean?"
