Twisted

VI. Damn Feelings

I didn't call it jealousy,
I didn't call it love,
But you knew the truth,
I couldn't get enough;

Skye's P.O.V

"That's... sad." I let out a breath and run my fingers through my hair.

"Yeah. His mother was being treated for a nervous disorder but he thought she was possessed." Sarah continued.

"And so when she died he went on a... cleansing spree."

"Sucks, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." There was a silence then. Certain stories we get to hear from time to time, affect us a bit. The reasons behind motives, why they are the way they are. I know it isn't justified, but you can't help but think if life was different or if they got help, would all this really happen?

"Anyways, I have to finish this paperwork. You can go if you want to." Sarah smiled at me and went back to the stack of papers on her desk.

"Skye!" Someone said from the elevators and I looked up.

"Dad!" I grin and we meet halfway.

"Oh thank God you're alright," he says and hugs me tightly.

"Dad, I can't breathe." I make fake choking sounds and he pulls back. He is just one inch taller than me. Salt and pepper hair with black eyes and laugh lines, he looks like your average fun dad. I know we don't look even the slightest bit alike but no one knows about the real story. No one except us. Everybody assumes I'm gone on Martha but honestly, the woman doesn't exist.

"I found out today morning. You couldn't bother calling me? I was so worried." He hugs me again.

"Uh, dad, workplace." I whisper and he puts some distance in between us again.

"Right, sorry. But that doesn't mean you don't call!" For a retired FBI agent, he doesn't seem relaxed one bit.

"Sorry dad, I was tired after last night." I give a sheepish smile and he lets out a breath.

"Please don't do that to me ever again." He looks straight into my blue eyes.

"Yes dad. I'm sorry." I give him a hug now and he chuckles.

"Right, get back to work, Sherlock." He smiles and I roll my eyes.

"So I'm a fictional character, huh?" I start walking backwards.

"Normal people don't reply like you do." He shakes his head.

"Good thing I ain't normal. Need some weird characters on this boring planet." I wink and turn around and hear his laughter. "By the way, did you speak with Christopher?" I ask Sarah as I take back my place on my chair.

"Yeah and speaking of which, what was he doing at your apartment?" She raises her eyebrow and chews the tip of her pen. I shrug.

"Got... acquainted with him a few days back." I involuntarily scrunch up my face.

"A few days back? And you decided to call him when you were in trouble?" She leans back in her chair to stare at me.

"Well... um... I accidently dialed his number. I was in a frenzy. You know the kind, creepy killer man banging the door, damsel in distress all frantic with the phone. Yada yada yada." I wave my hand in the air.

"Right." She narrowed her eyes for a second but then went back to her paperwork. "Expects me to believe that crap," she quietly mutters under her breath but I hear it.

"If that's all you're doing today, I'm outta here." I say dimly.

"Suit yourself." She said and I took that as my cue to leave.