Fate Spinner

Alone

I heard the soft click of a door being shut, but I never heard it open. "Dalia?"

I looked up to see the police lady that brought me here, "Yes?" I asked, my crying was still obvious from my cracking voice. I hastily wiped my face, but I knew there was no hiding it.

"I know how you must be feeling, no-one is saying you did anything. This is just routine keeping you here, as there aren't any leads. Detective Harris asked me to come speak with you though, he's skeptical about everything out of the norm. But he thought you might be comfortable talking to me, you know," she smiled, "because I'm a girl and all."

She made me grateful, so I tried to laugh along with her. But it soon died down.

"Could you tell me anything, anything at all that you think could help?"

"I honestly did dream it, I don't even know who she is or what her name is."

Officer Reynolds sat down next to me on the thin mattress of the cell I'd been thrown into, "She is called Katie. And for now, I believe you, but could you try really hard to remember any small detail you could have overlooked?"

A sigh escaped my lips, but then I felt really rude and apologised, "I do remember a large buiding, I think it might have been a barn, looking from the bottom of the field it was kind of to the right but still central almost, nd there was a signpost but it was too dark to read it. It was outlined in trees, and - and I think there might have been a scarecrow or something..."

"It was a crop field?"

I shook my head no, "From what I could see it was just grass."

Officer Reynolds was pretty, with short brown hair and choloate eyes. "Would you recognise it if you saw it?"

"Definitely." I said with certainty, because I knew I would.

"Thank you," Officer Reynolds said as she stood up, "You've been really helpful. But remember, you're not accused, you're just a suspect. And until they can find Katie and rule you out, you will have to stay here. But if you're innocent, then there is nothing for you to worry about." She smiled, and then left me utterly alone in the small room.

In my short period of confinement I discovered that time gets annoying. I could sense the passing of the seconds, but they blurred into minutes, which probably blurred into hours. In the tiny room that held me there was simply a bed and a fetid toilet in the corner. The mattress was thin and hard, I knew there was no way I'd be able to sleep on that if they kept me there overnight.  But I couldn't tell if it was night, and that frustrated me.

After a short while my stomach started to rumble. "I can not eat prison food," I mumbled to myself. It was always gross on TV, I wasn't sure how true that was, but I did not want to stay here much longer.

What felt like another hour or two passed by and my door opened again and Officer Reynolds passed through the frame. "Hi, how're you doing?"

"I'm hungry, and a little bored," I said with a sheepish smile.

"I need to ask you a few more questions Dalia, we still need your help."

My gut twisted and suddenly I knew, "You found her."

I didn't pose it as a question but a grim look found it's way onto Officer Reynolds face as she nodded, "They have to do a post mortum to find out the cause of death, but they're pretty sure you didn't do it. But I need to know how you knew where she was. Had you passed her? Did you see her and not call it in?"

I shook my head, "I told you, I dreamt that she was hit by lightning."

She looked as if she highly doubted me, but she sighed, "Your father assented your alibi. If you have nothing else to tell me, then you're free to go."

A surge of relief washed over me, "Thank you so much."

"Your dad is outside in his car, I'll show you out," she said.

I followed her slim figure through the turns of the building, not really paying much attention to anyone or anything that I walked by. When the cool air hit me a smile pulled at my face, litter blew across the almost empty street, but I was glad to see it. I wasn't sure how long I'd been in there, but I never wanted to return.

My dad honked the car horn, our battered, rusting car sat opposite me on the small street. I shook hands with the Officer and walked away.

I got in the car and my dad smiled, "I won! On that bet? I won!"

Anger flushed through me and I could feel my cheeks burning up, did he even care what had happened?

"Guess how much?!" he giddily turned over the engine aand set off down the road. It was then that t started to rain. The sun was starting to set, and with a thick fog rolling in the world turned dark.

When I didn't answer he laughed, "Okay I'll tell you." He turned to face me.

"Dad, keep your eyes on the road!"

"Three... Thousand as in 3-0-0-0!" Another bubble of amusement came, "We did it!"

And I snapped, "Do you even care about me?! Or am I just some puppet to help you out with your next big win?" I practically yelled at him.

He looked taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"I just got out of prison! PRISON! And all you care about is how much money YOU won! I bloody won it! It should be mine!"

"It was my money in the first place!" he yelled back, his eye started to twitch, like it always did when he was angry, nervous, or scared.

I shook my head, more at myself than him. "You don't even care what I'm going through. I never knew my own mother! Yes, I still have you! But shouldn't you really be playing her part too? I raised myself, and you didn't help at all except to show me what kind of person I should never be!" Tears started falling down my face, "I'm lonely, I live with a father who won't even look at me properly unless he wants something! Do you even love me?! Because it doesn't seem like it! I just need someone to be there for me! I was so scared today! So scared I couldn't even think straight! And I needed you when I got out! All I needed was for you to tell me it was okay! Or that it'll be okay soon! Or simply just hug me!"

My dad looked at me, a steely look in his eyes, his jaw was set with tension and anger. His eye twitched violently, "You should learn to keep your mouthshut." He said calmly. "It was your fault you got yourself in there. And I couldn't care less. You killed the one thing in my life that I truly loved, how could I love a murderer?"

His words stung like a slap, but what hurt even more was the fact that I could tell he meant every word of it. He didn't love me, not one tiny bit. "Stop the car." I said with gritted teeth. I force blinked away the tears and wiped my cheeks numbly with my hand.

He stopped the car at the side of the road and I got out. I shut the door and then he sped off with out looking back.

I sat down heavily at the side of the street. How could he say something like that, how could he carr so little about his own flesh and blood? I started to cry again, the warm tears heating up my face.

A door opened somewhere close and the smell of donuts wafted to me.

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Sorry for the delay... My laptop has been broken. I wasn't sure if I liked this, please tell me if you see mistakes. But thank you soooo so much for reading!