Cora was a confident, out going, funny, pretty Natural. She had joined the Naturals when she was fifteen. It was impossible to get anything from her about her old life. Briggs had found her on the streets of Seattle, her hair matted, blue eyes fille...
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Briggs seemed quiet in the car, and I felt like being a bitch. "Sterling yelled at you again, didn't she?" He snorted and shook his head.
"That would be better than what is actually on my mind." I was the one rolling my eyes now, beating around the bush is so cool, Mr. FBI.
"Then what's actually on your mind, my dearest?"
"Cora, for the last time, call me Briggs." He snapped, I shrugged, giving him the pouty face. "Sorry, Briggs."
He rolled his eyes, once again. "The case falls into your area of expertise," he finally explain. Though, if you ask me, he wasn't explaining much.
"I deal with dead bodies all day, sometimes live bodies, just bodies. Most crime we cover have bodies. So, yeah, I would say whatever case you're talking about falls into my area of expertise."
He swallowed, Adam's Apple bobbing. Oh, hi, Adam, you stupid ass! "We believe this case involves..." he swallowed again. The guy hangs around serial killers for a living, you think he would be able to talk to a teenage girl. "It involves what we believe to be a religious cult."
Please go back to beating around the bush now.
I felt sickeningly sweet bile rise in my throat, tears that felt more like thorns prickling at the back of my eyes, begging to get out. Keep it together, Mercer.
"Why would that be my area of expertise?"
"They found you with a Bible, Coraline." He said, pulling into the drive way. As soon as the car stopped I reached for the door handle. Wow, the car has gotten surprisingly hot.
"Coraline, wait-"
I cut him off, getting out of the car and grabbing my purse. "I'm fine, just suddenly hit with a terrible sensation of nausea, I'll probably preoccupied the rest of the day, bye!"
I hurried to the front steps, hastily getting my keys out and shoving them in the door, eventually getting it open and sprinting to my room, knocking into who I think was Michael, but it could have been Dean. They feel the same.
"Cora?" Yeah, that's Michael, asked, following after me.
"Sorry, can't talk, I feel nauseous as hell. Bye!" I slammed the door to the bathroom shut, my back hitting the door and sliding down it, crying.
