It was evening. I was at the police's headquarters for lecturing. Sighs, my approach was so wrong.
"First of all, you do not engage to a suspected person unless you are of danger" he started.
"But I thought I wa--"
"Well you weren't. With all due respect miss, we are after a rapist, not a kidnapper or thief. I expected that you weren't going to attack and perhaps let him take you. But what you did was not catching the suspect. What you did was blow your cover and letting yourself be fooled by the suspect's possible trap. This suspect is no ordinary one. This suspect is a cruel, merciless, inhumane person. If we are going to work together, at least trust us to have your back." The chief police continued.
I lifelessly nodded. This adrenalin rush is killing me.
It rained. Very hard. I ran from the headquarters and hailed a cab. It wasn't very long before I managed to get one.
As I got in, I heavily sighed to myself.
I haven't got proper training about this things. I was supposed to be of low guard because I was hired to be kidnapped and trace the killer's movements. They taught me by the books and manuals and their instincts.
The boy a while ago was the chief police's son, Evan. He was asked to pretend so they could see my initial reaction towards the suspect, if ever.
I mean, what could I do? I was so enraged because he might've been the one who killed my only sister! But on second thoughts, I should've got to know the person and his agenda first. Maybe he was a different person and the real suspect might've been watching us the whole time.
As I paid the cab, I got out and went home.
I turned the doorknob and the quiet, lonely ambiance of what was once a happy home welcomed me. Taking footsteps that made the wooden floor cringe, I reached the kitchen. Making myself dinner was easy because I got used to being alone.
I was used to being left alone.
But, there are more people who have all the family but more people in their head, right? So, there's no point in being miserable.
Proceeding my way to the living room I heard a knock on the door.
Curious
I didn't answer for a whole minute and letting the rain consume my hearing, the knocking continued.
"Who's there?" I asked. The knocking ceased for a mere second, then continued.
Looking through the peep I saw a dark silhouette of a man.
I must not open the door.
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>Stupidity is a disease that tricks the mind into thinking it is knowledge|unknown|
