Kotlc one shots

Taken p.4

two months later

sophie's pov

I groaned as I woke up on the filthy mattress. I used to refuse to sleep on it but gave up once I realized there was no point in avoiding it, I was just as dirty as it anyway.

Time is hard to tell here, the light never changes so I can't tell when it's night or day and left alone unless he decides to give me food or torture me.

At first, I mourned the girl in the woods I saw the day I was captured, killed before my eyes just because he found a new victim: me. Then, I started to envy her. The thought of death grows more appealing every endless day in this hell.

The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of my friends and family back home, probably wondering where I am. What had happened to me. If I'm dead.

I made it my goal for my parents and best friends to never get that news. I know it would kill Edaline and Grady, a second daughter dead.

I only hope they are fighting for me as hard as I am fighting for them.

keefe's pov

I slam the picture back down on the front office desk.

"Put it back up. Now," I demand from the lazy ass sitting in front of me.

This is the third time they've taken Sophie's poster down from the bulletin board in the main office. The board had all the posters and pictures of people who have gone missing recently in the area. Her photo being up there meant people weren't forgetting about her, that there was still someone out there who could see her photo and recognize her. But apparently, our local police department declared Sophie's case cold.

In two months.

How the hell they could deem a case cold after only two months is beyond me. I mean, there has to be something else they could do, right?

"Look Son, I get it, we're working hard to look for your friend and we're doing the best we can," The man who probably doesn't even know Sophie's full name drones on in front of me, as he always does.

The police department has gotten used to my presence here. I come by most days, at first to see if they found any new information, but then I started seeing if any of them were actually doing their job and trying to help me find Sophie rather than sitting on their asses all day and giving up on her by doing a stupid thing like taking her photo off the missing persons board.

It seems like no one in the police department wanted to actually find Sophie and I couldn't understand why.

"Then why are you trying to take her photo off the board?" I growl at him. He better feel lucky there's a bulletproof glass protection screen keeping me away from him.

"We can't have her picture up there forever. There comes a point where everyone has seen the poster and it's time to try a different way," he said, not even looking up from his computer.

"What other way are you trying? You've found nothing new on her in a month! Why can't you just put her picture back up?"

"It's not up to me, that's for the chief to decide. Now, I assure you we're doing everything in our power to find your friend Sophia-"

"It's Sophie," I gnarled. He didn't even know her name.

"What?" he asked me exhaustedly.

"Her name isn't Sophia, it's just Sophie. Sophie Elizabeth Foster. You would know that if you were actually doing your fucking job," I snarled at him, wishing this stupid screen wasn't here any longer.