Things To Hide In The Dark. (Harringrove)

Chapter Sixteen

Steve's eyes fluttered open painfully. His head pounded and his body ached. He couldn't get his eyes to adjust to the light of the room, but he could tell from the feel of it he was laying down on a couch. It wasn't his own couch. This one was much more uncomfortable.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. It hurt. Everything hurt. He felt like his neck needed to crack in seven different ways and  his muscles hurt unlike anything he'd felt before. His shirt was still torn open. A reminder that those events did indeed happen. What kind of fresh hell was this?

He looked around and found the room unrecognizable. It looked like a break room in an office building. He couldn't understand what the hell was going on. Where the hell was he?

His attention turned to the door upon opening. In strode a man. Hair slicked back aside from a few rogue strands, in a very nice tailored grey suit.  He came in and sat across from Steve. Not looking at him, eyes cast to the  floor. Steve tensed in the presence of this man, although he wasn't sure why.

When the man's blue eyes met his he stopped breathing. Those eyes he thought he'd never see again. The ones he'd compared to everyone else he'd ever met with blue eyes. He was finally seeing them again.

Billy's face was hard. His expression devoid of any warmth, and honestly it made Steve so sad. He wanted nothing more than to throw himself in Billy's arms, but knew he'd regret it the instant he did.

"Mr. Harrington I need to ask you a few questions about the events last night." Billy's voice was professional and to the point. Steve's heart shattered into a million pieces.

"Billy...what?" Billy cut Steve off with a shake of the head. Steve felt tears stinging his tear ducts.

"My name is detective Hargrove. Now I need to know more about your experiences last night." Billy took a leather bound notebook out of his interior jacket pocket. Clicking his pen, holding it to the paper, and waiting for Steve to speak.

He was acting like he didn't know him. What the fuck? Steve wanted to scream, run, punch Billy, he wasn't sure which one first

"I went to that club with Robin."

"What is this Robin's last name?" Billy asked looking more than serious.

"You know her Billy." Steve sighs and runs his hands over his face. Confused as to why Billy is acting this way. He hated this. Billy gave him a stern look and Steve groaned. "Buckley."

"After you got inside did this Mr. Anderson approach you?" Billy's stern voice had a deeper emotion to it that Steve couldn't quite place.

"No. I was there probably an hour before I met him." Steve fidgeted with his fingers, not wanting to look up at Billy, not wanting his heart to hurt more.

"Where were you in that hour?" Billy didn't lift his eyes from that notebook. Steve looked down at the floor.

"I was at the bar." Steve spoke in a dull tone.

"Drinking?" Billy asked. Steve wanted to scream.

"Yes. It's what people typically do." Steve's smart assed tone made Billy look at him in frustration.

"So he approached you at the bar and?" Billy sounded irritated. Like he didn't want to question Steve anymore.

"He asked me to dance."

"And you said yes?"

"Yes I did."

"Why?"

"Because nine years is a very long time."

Steve said it without thinking. Billy froze. He didn't look up at Steve. He took a deep breath and tried to continue.

"So he took you to the alley willingly?" Billy continued looking down at his notes.