Unlike You

Twenty Seven (pt. one)

BTW this chapter is going to be split into two parts. Just to ya know, add suspense and shit. So it's going to be really short. But it's also not a filler chapter.

Okay, enjoy!

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Lawrence and I caught a ride with Sharon to the center because I was to anxious to ride on a motorcycle on the way there. The center looks daunting from the outside, memories and other missing occasions trapped inside with the other fifty or so girls. Heartbreaking, but there is nothing I can really do about it.

Lawrence and I exit the car with Sharon tagging along behind us. I lace my fingers between Lawrence's and squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"So, since you can't just lounge around the center, you need to visit someone," I inform him.

"Who I don't know know anyone in here."

"You're lucky I do."

"Who?"

"Her name's Dana. You'll love her."

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"So, you're lover boy?" Dana's sarcastic tone is what breaks me and I begin laughing.

"Have fun." I smile Lawrence's and kiss him quickly before walking off with Sharon.

"Do you know what you're going to ask?"

"Not a clue in the world."

"Nice."

We come face to face with a very familiar door that I have dreaded seeing since I arrived at the center. The gold plaque on the door taunts me, the false name laughing at me. I glance at Sharon briefly, before opening the door.

Sam is sitting at his desk, a copy of The Scarlett Letter in his hands. His eyes slide to me as I shut the door roughly. My intense stare is on him as it is the only action a can do without strangling the guy.

"Hampton, what a pleasure it is to see you. How's life been with you?"

"Just. Peachy."

"Swell. Sit please. Why do you visit?"

"I know you were the one who killed Amy Birch last summer," I say cutting through all of the bullshit. Sam's facade crumbles and terror and shock is masked with a hard look.

"And what makes you think this?"

"Lawrence. Your nephew. My boyfriend, might I add. He saw the whole thing."

"Lawrence? I don't have a nephew," he lies straight through his teeth. I can see the fear in his eyes.

"Oh really? Well he's here right now, visiting Dana. You know her. Yeah, well I don't think you could lie to your nephews face could you?" My taunting seems to crack him a bit more, but not enough. He hasn't admitted that he was the one who did it. I need him to say it. It's just three words that could change mine and his life forever.

"He's not. He's probably out doing whatever the hell it is he does now."

"Oh, so you do know him?"

Ha!

"N-no, I never said that."

"But it was implied. So, you didn't make a false dating account so you could catfish Amy Birch?"

"You went through my things?" Sam exclaims.

"Ha!" Samuel appears as if he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His eyes are wide with the realization that he slipped up. His facade is shattering into dust. Just what I wanted.

"You used a fake account to catfish Amy and lured her into your trap! She asked you over and you took the chance to kill her! How can you live with yourself? What was your motive, huh? Why Amy? Why-"

"Her dad owed me!" Sam screams over me.

"What?"

"Amy. Her dad owes me."

"What could he possibly owe you? Money?"

"Drugs."