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The police men then took them to his office to sign a few papers, all that shit
I was so bored, so I decided to eavesdrop on their conversation
Third person pov:
The police station was a buzz of activity, but within the heart of it all, a silent observer was present. Rose, the girl who had mastered the art of deception to such a degree that even her own foster parents had fallen for her act, was perched on a chair in the corner, her eyes wide and alert. Her heart pounded in her chest, not from fear, but from anticipation. She was about to learn more about the family she had been so suddenly thrust into.
The room was filled with the hushed whispers of the police officers, the echo of the ticking clock on the wall, and the distant sirens of the city outside. But the most captivating sound was the soft, hushed conversation between her father and brother. Their voices were low, almost too quiet to hear, but Rose, with her uncanny ability to understand a variety of languages, was able to pick up every word. Why they were speaking in random languages she'll never know...
Her father, a man with a stern face and piercing eyes, was speaking in Italian, a language Rose had mastered along with seven others. His voice was calm, almost monotone, but there was an undercurrent of emotion that Rose could sense even without seeing his face.
"Dio mio, che cosa è successo?" (My God, what happened)
he asked, his voice filled with worry. "Ti ho trovato in casa, con le bottiglie di vino sparse per tutto il luogo e strisce di sangue secco in tutte le pareti."("I found you in the house, with wine bottles scattered all over the place and streaks of dried blood all over the walls.")
Rose's heart skipped a beat. She had heard him right. Her house was filled with empty alcohol bottles and dried blood stains. The reality of her situation was starting to sink in. She had killed her foster parents, and now she was living with a man who had found her in a house filled with alcohol and blood.
Her brother, a young man with a similar stern face, chimed in. His voice was as cold as his father's, devoid of any emotion. "C'è qualcosa di strano su di lei, padre. Non so cosa sia successo, ma qualcosa non va."(There's something strange about it, father. I don't know what happened, but something's wrong.")
Rose's heart pounded in her chest. She was not just an observer anymore; she was a participant in this chilling conversation. She was a girl who had killed her foster parents, who had been found in a house filled with alcohol and blood, who was now living with a man who was suspicious of her.
But she was not about to let them discover her secret. She quickly slipped back into the waiting room, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to stay calm, to act normal. She could not let them know that she had heard their conversation, that she understood their language.
As they walked out of the police station, the father and brother got into their car. The father started the engine, and the car filled with the soft hum of the engine. The brother turned to him, his voice still cold, "Parla con lei, padre."(Talk to her, father)
The father nodded, his eyes not leaving the road. "Sì, ci penso."("Yes, I'll think about it)
Rose joined them in the car from the police station, her heart pounding in her chest. She had heard them speak in Italian, she had understood them, but she had not let them know. She had played her part, the part of the innocent, lost girl.
As they drove away, Rose knew that she would have to tread carefully. She was not just an observer anymore; she was a part of this family, and she had to keep her secrets safe. All of her secrets.
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Was that good, I tried doing it third person and boy was it hard
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