I'm Not Innocent

Chapter 13- Tag, You're It

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Quick important thing before you read, there are a lot of mistakes. I just don't know what else to add lol. Somethings might change if I feel like I should go back and fix them, but just bear with me on this. I'm not the best writer, obviously, I really do suck but I love wringing stories I guess? Idk. Sorry lol

Sorry for such late updates again, but please just be a little bit patient, school has been a big block for me, and I've also been trying to get out of this stupid writers block. Funny story, I was thinking of actually ending the series cause I could not think of anything. Literally nothing would draw me into the plot I've been wanting to create...and then it hit me. I was in the shower when I remembered a itty bitty detail in the last chapter, and I literally finished my shower as quick as fuck and wrote it down, and my hand were literally shaking while I did it, so then I finally got out of my writers block! Ayyy so that's good I guess...now I should stop talking and let you read this chapter, shouldn't I?
Well...
The moment you've all probably not have been waiting for...

Chapter 13

"Come on..." I mutter under my breath, slowly reaching up and readjusting the dark grey security hat that was placed on top of my head. I'm running out of time quicker than I had expected and I still can't find this fucking kid. Though, I know for a fact he's probably cheating and hiding in some 'secret spot' that only he knows of; not that it matters. If I lose this stupid game of hide-and-go-whatever, I can just force the pills down his throat. I'll just be cheating the cheater.

I lick my dry lips and frown in frustration, huffing out hot air through my nose as I roll up my sleeves to about halfway up my arms. I've checked all the rooms I know of, closest, under beds, in dressers; I even checked those cabinets in the kitchen, just in case he was there. I found nothing, though I'm not surprised even the slightest. I don't even know why I'm trying so hard to look for him. It's not like I'll ever find him in time.

I slowly made my way into the living room once more; reaching into my pocket and feeling my fingers glide over the smooth plastic of his medication bottle. After I left the kitchen, I made sure to grab this, just in case he gets any other 'smart' ideas. I glance around the room, besides all the furniture, it's pretty much emptied. I could only hear the quiet ticking coming from the kitchen, along with my heart beat and steady footsteps on the shagged carpet, but other than that, it's dead silent throughout the entire house. Not even a sound from the basement. Though it's soundproof down there, so I'm not surprised...

I walked over to the couch, scratching my head through the security hat. This is a lot harder than I originally had thought it would be. I sigh, grabbing my loose tie around my neck and tugged at it, almost forgetting that I still had my work uniform on. Sad to say that this is the original one I wore when I first came here, but Vincent surprisingly did a good job of hiding the evidence and cleaning it up. I found no traces of blood anywhere and it smells like its brand new, though it wasn't easy convincing me to wear this...Vincent kept insisting I wore this one instead of getting a new one, because he 'didn't want the boss to be suspicious'. After arguing for about forty minutes, he finally forced me to wear it, humiliating me by proving me wrong, yet again. He seems to be doing that a lot now...he likes to humiliate me in front of nobody.

I clench my eyes shut and shake my head. I'm getting off task here. I walk over to the back of the living room, checking behind the TV stand, near the front door, behind furniture. There was nothing. I groan quietly, rubbing my face with the palm of my hand. This is so not fair.