Smile for me please...

Interrogation and story time

(The picture is what Andy looks like)

I stared at the metal table infront of me with sad eyes, trying my best to keep my act. It has been a week now since they found me and my sick family. They wanted to give me time to recover from my 'shock' before interrogating me.

I looked up as Jim entered the room with some files in his hand. He sat down and gave a small smile. "How are you Andy?" He asked kindly.

I smiled at him, fake of course, in return before replying. "Better... then before" I answered softly, trying to act shy and innocent.

Jim's nodded then his face change from kind smiles to serious causing me to feel uneasy. "So Andy... What happened in that house on the day your parents died?"

I looked down on the table with watery eyes. "I-I was washing the dishes as my f-father was watching tv and my mother and sister where in mother's bed room having a girl's talk" I answered with a shaky breath. "Then someone banged on the door and I stopped washing the dishes to check who it was. T-then a-a man came in with a knife and g-grabbed me by the throat" I sniffled as I wiped away a fake tear. "He threw me on the ground and knocked my father out before running up stairs.... I-I heared them" I whimpered "I heared their screams...I heared sister's begging for him to stop b-but then it went all silent... " I said through shaky breaths as tears leaked out of my eyes.

"And you didn't do anything? You just laid there and listened?" Jim asked me with raised brows.

I sobbed into my hands. "Y-yes. I know I was pathetic! I just laid there frozen. Scared. I could of ran in and saved them or wake my father up but... " I took in a sharp breath "I was scared... "

Jim nodded in understanding with sad eyes then gave me some time to recover from my crying before asking me to continue my story.

"He then came back down stairs with a bloody knife and went to my uncontuse father a-and stabbed him" I whispered as I wiped my tears away. "He stabbed him so many times until... My father wasn't breathing again t-then he looked at me with that sick smile a-and... a-and... " I then sobbed into my hands again giving Jim the hint to what I'm saying.

"You don't have to say anymore Andy" Jim said with pity eyes as he watched me feak cry. "You just have to answer a few questions before leaving. Do you think you could do that?" He asked as if I were a child.

I calmed down a bit before nodding "I could try" I whispered causing a smile to apear on Jim's face but then to quickly disappear.

"Why was your finger prints on the murder weapon?" He asked in a serious tone.

"I pulled the knife out of father, believing that he was still alive" I whispered as I sniffed and wiped my tears away. "But of course I was wrong"

Jim stared at me still in his serious face "One last question before you can leave... why did you kill them?" He asked as he leaned in closer as I gave him a shock face.

"Why would you accuse me of killing them?" I asked sounding offended by his question.

He shrugged as he leaned closer making him look more intimidating "May be the fact that the bruises on your sister's neck are too small for a male's hand and that your sister had your blood under her nails from self-defense. Now tell me. Why did you kill your family?"

I stared at him with an emotionless face, pausing before clapping my hands together. "Great performance, wouldn't you say, Mr. Gordon?" I asked in a dead tone causing Jim to stare at me in... shock?

"So you want to know why I killed that sick and twisted family?" I asked then paused before standing up and ripping my shirt off revealing the marks, bruises, scars and writing on my skin which he had seen before. Jim's breath to hitch as he covered his mouth in shock realising who done this to my body.

I turned to Jim after giving him a twirl, showing off my destroyed body caused by that sick family. "If that didn't make sense to you let me just sum it up. I was raped, treated as a sex toy, aboused physically and mentally. They thought I would never snap since I'm such a 'nice little girl' who would listen to every comand they give me... well they were wrong" I said in a dark tone.