The In Between || [BxB]

It's gonna be a long ride..

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I'm Echo and I'm new to writing. This is my first story so please be nice. If your a #RR then please don't spoil anything in the comments!
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No CW in this chapter.
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Kades POV

I take a deep breath in as I blankly stare into the one-way mirror, taking in my bleak appearance. God I look awful. I look at my dark brown matted curly hair, or maybe that's just the dirt I chuckle and lightly ruffle my hair. My brown eyes flick to my dirty ripped jeans and my dark t-shirt. I take in my surroundings and there's not much there. A metal table centered in the room and the chair across from the one im sitting in. I'm strangely calm considering the situation I'm in. I'm kind of impressed with myself. After years of dealing with high pressure situations I guess I've kinda gotten used to it. My eyes flick around the room and once again land on the mirror.

This is alot to take in. The first time I've seen myself since I was eight. I close my eyes to remember what I looked like back then. I snap out of my thoughts as the door knob turns and the door opens with a light squeak. My eyes immediately snap open and dart to the door. A man walks in with a bright police uniform. He must be a new cop. He's pretty lengthy. If I had to guess I'd say he's 6'1, much taller than me.  I watch the man closely as he walks towards me. He studies my appearance and circles me as if i'm prey and he's the predator. I tense up and look at my feet like its the most interesting thing in the world and I start to feel his eyes bore into my neck. I shift in my seat uncomfortably. All of a sudden im feeling extremely insecure of my neck. As a weird feeling of shame crawls up my neck I listen to his footsteps start back up. They echo off the walls making them annoyingly loud. I wince when my faded headache becomes more prominent.

He comes to a stop in front of me and he just stares at me. His eyes bore into mine and I look away. He does the same thing again. What the hell is this guys problem? I finally break the silence. "Do you have a staring problem"? I question him before he questions me. He sits down and just keeps staring at me. He's really starting to annoy me. I tap my foot anxiously. Say something already damnit. A chilling deep voice follows my thoughts. "Here's how this is gonna go. I'm-" he points at himself "gonna ask you some questions and you" he points at me "will answer them truthfully". His aura screams dominance which makes me uncomfortable but not enough to not say a snarky comment back. And even though I really want to all I can say back is-

"No".

He didn't seem to like that answer but then again I didn't seem to like the look he had on his face so in my head we were even. He stared at me for a moment and his face relaxed.

"Look kid I just need you to answer these questions. If you couldn't tell, I'm pretty new at this"
The way he relaxed seemed to make me unintentionally do the same.
"What's your name"
He seems relatively harmless so I answer.
"Kade"
"Kade"?
"Yes. Kade" I reply firmly
"Is it a nickname? It says here your name is-"
"Kade".
He sighs and continues. "Okay Kade. Last name"?
My eyes darted downwards. "Noles"
He eyes me suspiciously and continues his interrogation.
"Can you state your age and how long you've been homeless".
"I'm 16 and since I was 8"
He furrows his brows and is left with his mouth open. "But that means youve been on the streets since you were just a kid". He stares at me in silence

I rolled my eyes and looked away.
"I'm sorry we didn't find you sooner kid"
"Like hell you are. Don't pity me" I angrily spat at him.
He takes a minute to keep writing some things down but then he continues
"How did you survive that long?" He asks me. I can't help but to roll my eyes.
"I did whatever I had to do" I say with a scowl on my face, my headache getting worse.
He looks at me with shock and a mix of disgust. I'm usually not good at picking up on peoples feeling but I caught this. He keeps glancing up at me as he's writing and I just want to sink into the chair. I already know what he's thinking.
"Can you specify" He says with a gulp as if he's nervous. What does HE have to be nervous for. Im the one being interrogated. I internally roll my eyes at the thought
I turn my head to my reflection again. Messy, Disgusting, and boring.

I take a deep breath in and wish I had been able to shower somewhere before they caught me. I managed to keep a blank face without looking at him.
It's quiet and all I can hear is the tapping of my foot. I wanna take a look at him to know what he's thinking but my eyes stay glued to the glass. I slowly close my eyes and open them again. I don't feel like talking anymore.
"Okay kid I get it" he says alarmingly calm. I raise my head slowly to look at him and he's staring back at me again, with an expression I cant seem to place. His lightly furrowed brows and the frown on his face makes me feel something. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes. I'm gonna go get some coffee. Do you want anything"? I simply shake my head and stared at my shaking intertwined hands.

I hear the door creak and close and I take a shaky breath. I fiddle with the rings on my necklace and my eyes start to swell with tears.
I haven't felt this stressed since the last time I saw them. I fiddle with my necklace more. Would they give me that same look if they knew what I've done?
I angrily wipe away the water in my eyes. I'm a crybaby. I shouldn't be crying over them. I shouldn't be crying over this. I straighten myself up before the door opens again.
"I got you chocolate"
I nodded silently thanking him. I haven't ate anything for a week.
"It wasn't my decision to do this but they've decided to send you to a boys home"
My heart drops. My eyes widen in shock and a wave of fear hits me.
" You'll be sent there in a few hours so if you have any important belongings we will take you to grab them and we will head out. You might wanna eat that chocolate bar for some energy. It's gonna be a long ride".

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