I Choose You

Chapter Five - Protected or Not?

"Basically we just watch out for you, and monitor everything. Sound good?" It sounded terribly - like I was twelve again and my mum watched me on the computer, phone, etc., but I nodded anyways. Besides, I couldn't say no: I was at risk of death. Now this was certainly a Sherlock episode. "This way," Officer Jim said. He walked me back into the waiting room and spoke to Lynn McCormick for a bit, then came back to me.

"We're allowing you to go home," he spoke softly. To me, the feeling of being watched appeared again; maybe he felt the same, "But we need you to come here to check in multiple times a day. We'll call with the exact number. Here's some information in the WPP, and how it works. The number is on the bottom. If you feel threatened again, even the slightest bit, come here, or the nearest station. Its for your safety." I snatched the buddle of papers and got up, then shook the officer's hand. In all honesty, I felt a lot safer. "Have a nice day, Alex." I smiled, "Also you, officer. You, too, Miss." Then I left.

I got into my car, which was in the now-deserted lot. It was dark out, during rush hour and people were buzzing in the streets to get home. I felt the same way, I just wanted to leave and read through these papers. I drove the familiar English streets, getting myself home in about ten minutes.

Collecting the papers and placing my them under my arm, I opened the car door and got out. A few minutes and a lot of struggle later, I got into the house.

I heard some rustling coming from upstairs, but it guessed it was my dog. It was always my dog. It was dark in the house, and my parents weren't home yet. I turned on some lights, got food out of the kitchen and sat on the couch. Pressing a button on the remote, I turned some music on and picked up my booklet-thing on WPP.

Reading everything - even the fine print  - I learned a lot about the program I was in. Usually they put people who saw a suspect murder someone or serious offenses like such in, but since I was the only known person to step forward, and this could be a serial killer, I was placed in it, also. I had a choice - if I ever went to court - to refuse to testify, as it may put my life in danger. as if it could get any more dangerous than it already is. There were some crazy maybe killers after me!

The packet didn't say not to go on the internet, so I did. I recorded a video (and was sure not to mention anything, just incase Mr. Fake Name and Mrs. Note-Lady was watching) about anything and everything could think of - mostly Benedict - and sat down to edit it. I heard more creaking from my mum's room, but I haven't seen the dog, so it was him.

Then I heard whispering.

[A/N: I honestly know nothing about the police forces in Britain, as I am in the USA, or if they have a Witness Protection Program, or if its called WPP. I'm not even sure if that's the acronym here! Half in the info is probably wrong, but that's okay because what I wrote fits my plot. Okay, enjoy!]