It Will Always Be A Game

03: Alone

I still repeat the things you said to me in my head

Never in a million years would this have crossed my mind.

Ethan wraps his arms around the little boy, panic spreading across his face. "What are you doing here, did I not tell you to never come here unless it was an emergency?" his tone rises slightly, making the boy flinch.

"Don't scream at him?" I can't help but say. His head darts to my face, shooting me with a glare.
"What do you think you're doing with him?
How dare you even talk to him?!" His anger was sudden, almost stunning me.

"I didn't know he was your kid okay?!" I shout. "And stop shouting in front of him!" I snap back.

"Don't tell me what to do."

He approaches me and lowers his face down to my level. "You think you're clever, don't you? That's where you've already lost. I know criminals like you, and I know exactly how your twisted little mind operates. So, don't even bother trying to fool me."

Because I will always be one step ahead of you," he leans up against my ear,

"And I will find him.

I mean it."

My jaw tightens, my eyes flicking towards the door.
He was so close to me that I was all too aware of him hovering over my face.

But I defiantly met his eyes, showing him that he couldn't intimidate me. I stare into his eyes. There was something behind them. A kind of charm that unexpectedly overpowers you. No matter whether you like him or not, that quality was clear to see.

And for that, I hated him even more.

He steps back and leads Peter out of the room.

☽

I wait around for what feels to be hours. The man probably went back home.

How dare he threaten me like that?

Who the fuck does he think he is? I exhale deeply.

I want to slip out of these cuffs and just sprint away from here. The precinct was silent and most of the lights were out, excluding this room. There was no one in here, except me.

Did they all leave me alone?

"Hello?!" I yell in annoyance, hoping someone's aware of my presence.

There was a CCTV camera at the door and I wondered if anyone was watching. I pout at it. Then roll my eyes at the thought of some weird dude whose job is to sit and watch into cameras the whole day. I raise my middle finger and smile at it sheepishly. Who knows, maybe he'll get furious and come up here.

My stomach kept rumbling, and I felt nauseous. I haven't eaten in more than 17 hours. They plan to let me starve to death in here.
"Is anyone here?!" I yell once again.
Nothing.

I groan in frustration.

My mind shifts back to Ethan. That man did not look like he was married.
My mind couldn't help but wander off about him being a dad. Does he spend time with his son? Does he make sure he never feels alone? Does he tug him in if he's crying to sleep?

Probably.

Looks like someone who does. The kid may be lucky to have him.

☽

"All of it! It's because of you!" he leans down. "You are the reason they're gone."

I gasp and open my eyes. I look around for a few seconds. The daylight reaches into the room, making me squint my eyes. I shake my head to brush my hair away from my face, my eyes blink open as murmurs reach my ears.