The Lies You Told Me

Chapter 2

Kai's POV
I woke up in a room.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, scared for my life. The girl slammed the door shut behind us, making me jump. I turned around and saw her pulling her T-shirt off, her back towards me. The surprise made me stumble over my words, and forget everything that had just happened.

"Wh.. what are you doing?" I half yelled in shock. She looked at me like I was an idiot.

"Uh, getting changed?"

Forgetting my priorities, I asked "Yeah, but aren't you like... Embarrassed? Of changing in front of me?"

"Why would I be embarrassed. I'm beautiful." She replied with a glare. I mean, damn she wasn't wrong. Her chocolate hair cascaded down her lightly tanned back, covered in a light dusting of freckles. Even though her back was light and delicate like a feather, I could tell she could beat me up in a second. Her caramel skin glowed in the sunlight and a waft of sweet vanilla spilled over me. The sparkle in her ocean blue eyes caught my attention, like a million diamonds on a sunny day. The sunlight caught on the many piercings on her face and ears, and I saw tattoos stretching down her arms. Dragons and flowers wound their way up, each arm, hidden among all the drawings. She had some beautiful butterflies fluttering up her arms, tinted pale blue. A few lines creeping around her body to her back caught my eye, but I couldn’t get a proper look at them.

Catching me staring at her, she allowed the smallest blush to creep up her cheeks, before glaring at me again.

"If you have such a problem with it, don't look." I could almost hear her rolling her eyes, the sarcasm flying out of her mouth. Her sharp words reminded me that only hours ago she had drugged and kidnapped me. Finally, she grabbed a fresh t-shirt, a black tank top, and flopped down onto her bed. As she walked over to her bed, I noticed that she had a slight limp.

I wasn't sure whether to stand up or sit down next to her, but eventually settled for a chair in the corner in the room. I looked around in awe at the room I was in. It was covered floor to ceiling with posters, photos, comic extracts, and even the odd record attached to the wall. Light streamed in through the gap in the curtains, illuminating a shelf full of old tattered books. The Great Gatsby caught my eye as it was the most well worn, clearly her favourite. The room was light and open, her thin curtains letting the sun in. I looked back over at her, to see her glaring at me over the top of the book she held in her hands - a worn copy of pride and prejudice. After a silent moment of her glare piercing through me, she sat up and began to file her nails.

"You're going to drop the case you're working on." She said, without looking up.
I looked at her, confused.

"You know the one I mean." Realising that didn't help, she rolled her eyes and leaned in.

"April 7th. Brownson's murder. Couple found stabbed in their apartment." Of course I knew that case. It was the case I'd been working for months. Not a single piece of evidence.

"Drop it." What had previously been a sparkle in her eye had turned into a malicious gleam.

"I.. I can't just drop it... I'm a cop. That's what I do. Solve cases." I replied with a tremble in my voice. She leaned in further, her face just inches from my own.

"I said drop it." I backed away, further into the corner.

"I.." before I got another word in, she was holding me in a choke hold, knife to my throat.

"Drop it, or else. That's a personal matter. Between my family and theirs."
Silence. I didn't dare say anything, knowing she wouldn't hesitate to kill me if I said the wrong thing.

"Got it?" I quickly nodded, still to scared to speak. She began to back away, tucking the knife away into her bra - easily accessible if she did decide she wanted to kill me. I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding, and slowly stood up. Looking over, I saw she was calmly ready her book as if she hadn't just threatened my life.

"Sit. You're not going anywhere. You know too much." So I sat. I sat in silence, wondering what she was going to do to me. We sat in silence like that for almost an hour. Eventually I was fed up.

"I don't even know your name." I said to her.

"Good." I looked at her, wondering what she was thinking.

"I'm Kai." I said, desperate to make conversation.

"I know." As I looked at her, she sighed, closed her book and glared at me. "I know everything about you Kai Hadrian Smith. I know you grew up in Los Angeles with your mother and father until he left when you were just 5. I know your mother had to work 3 jobs just to make ends meet. I know you got bullied at school, and you spent every lunch hiding in the toilets. I know you worked as a shop assistant aged 15, a receptionist aged 16, a cleaner aged 17, and a personal assistant aged 18. I know you got into Harvard as a scholarship - congratulations by the way. I know you promised yourself you would get a good job, to make your mother proud. I know you got kicked out of Harvard for misbehaving - you know, you really shouldn't vandalize the school. I know eventually you managed to get a low level detective job in New York. Kai, I know everything about you."

"How... Huh.. why... Who are.. What?" I spluttered in panic. What was going on?