Strong (Sequel to SOML)

Chapter 18

Holy Fuck it's taken me forever to update this. Major writer's block is happening for all my stories. Ughh...

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Genevieve's Pov

I sit in a cold chair with my hands against my forehead as I bounce my leg up and down in a nervous habit. My hands shake; I keep my eyes down on the plain, shining, silver table. The cold of the table seeps in through the flannel. I look around the plain room as I wait for someone to come in and begin questioning me. My patients are wearing thin I may add. "Hello?" I call out lifting my head from my hands.

I get up and walk around with my hands twisted behind my back and my feet kicking at the air. I pace back and forth. "Anybody there?" I question as I stare at the mirror, myself looking back at me.

JJ's Pov

"Why aren't we questioning her?" I ask as we watch her pace back and forth with a frown on her young face.

"We're waiting on Liam." Hotch says staring at Genie.

"Why?" I ask crossing my arms over my chest.

"He went to go get the rest of his band. One of them had to go to the hotel to get something. They shouldn't be long now." He says looking at his watch.

Hotch's having me question Genie asking her about what happened. I really didn't want to, but everyone insisted that I did. Mainly since I'm a mother of one, they figure I'll be able to communicate better with her. They're not wrong. They're having Morgan come in as well. Genie and Morgan get along really well. Genie looks up to Morgan almost as much as she looks up to her brother. 

"I'm here, we're here." Liam speaks out. Morgan trails behind them, stopping as he stands next to me.

"Let's begin." Hotch speaks with a grim look on his face.

Genevieve's Pov

My palms make an irregular pattern of sounds as they hit the table. I look around the small room which must of been the thousandth time I've done this. I huff as I pick at the scab on my knuckle. I just wanna go home now. Why is that so hard to grant?

"I'm getting impatient." I mumble loud enough so they can hear me. I scoot my chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the cement floor. I huff as I pace around the small room once again with my hands fiddling with the long flannel. I turn around and head back to the chair that hurts my bum each time I sit in it. I plop down and groan in response. My body's still really fragile, sometimes if I move too fast or too harsh it's hurts.  The door opens and my head turns to see who walked in.

"JJ, Morgan." I greet them with my accent and a nod.

"Hey Genie." Morgan says as he sits across from me. JJ does the same, except she folds her hands on top of a manila folder.

I give them another nod as I fold my hands underneath the table. I become fidgety and a bit anxious. I honestly don't want to talk to them about this. I don't care if I trust them. Trust means nothing when it becomes personal.

"So, Genie..." JJ begins. "How are you doing?" She asks looking at me with her pretty, blue eyes. 

"I'm pretty sure you know how I'm doing." I snap in her direction. My arms cross over my chest. I huff sinking down in the metal chair. I don't wanna be here.

"What do you know about your parents?" Morgan asks.

"Jesus Christ, you don't waste time, do ya?" My elbows lean on the table with my chin in my palms.  My lips play in a small smirk.