Kids in the Dark

Chapter 42

Theo's P.O.V

Being sat in that interrogation room was an odd experience. Adrenaline and shock were coursing through my veins and far from feeling grief at our father's death, I was feeling pretty good. Looking back on it, my behavior compared favorably to the Joker. I felt little regret following my actions so I sat there, with something like a smirk tracing my lips, watching as the stout officer Parker paced back and forth before me.

"Theodore Hunt, one of the most wanted minors this side of the Atlantic." She began.

"Look, honey, If you want an autograph you should have just asked," I said smoothly leaning forwards, the chain cuffing me to the table clattering slightly.

"I see someone's awfully pleased with himself," Parker had stopped her pacing in front of me. "Are you happy with your father's death? Pleased that he's gone?" She asked in a calm, controlled voice.

"Happy isn't the word I'd use to describe it. My emotions are bilateral in this situation. I had a deep resentment for the man, yes, but I didn't want to kill him." I said.

"Those are some big words you used there Theo. Are you sure you used them correctly?" Parker continued in the same professional tone.

"What does my use of vocabulary have to do with this interview?" I asked in a mocking way, leaning back once more, strangely relaxed.

"Do you deny you stabbed him?"

"It's all about technicalities sweetheart. The bastard ran into the knife so technically, he impaled himself." I slight laugh escaped my lips following this.

"And to think you're Isabelle Hunt's son," Parker muttered to herself turning away slightly. I felt a surge of anger flood through my body at the mention of my mother.

"Leave my mother out of this." I snapped shooting to my feet, the handcuffs biting at my skin as pulled at them. Parker did little to react only blinking in surprise at my outburst.

"Sit down." She suddenly said in a raised voice once again turning back to me. "Let's just put it this way Theo: You no longer make your mother proud. You used to have a 4.0 GPA, you were a star athlete not only in the boxing ring but on the running track. You even had a talent for music. Look at you now; sat here with a set of handcuffs binding your wrists together, your father's blood staining your hands. You've become quite the little monster haven't you?" There was a hint of sadness in her voice as she took the seat opposite me.

"It takes a monster to destroy one," I Said softly watching her closely, leaning closer to her.

"You're looking at one charge for manslaughter and another of murder. I suggest you think carefully about your behavior over the next few days. All eyes will be on you.  One week from now we'll be transferring you, your brother and the Rodgers boy to a secure juvenile center where you will await trial." Parker explained. she then stood and turned her back to me, unhooking the radio from her belt and holding it up so she could talk into it. "Rick, we're all done here. Come and get him." Moments later a second police officer entered the room. He briefly spoke to Parker before approaching me. I held my hands up towards him expectantly. He rolled his eyes as he undid the handcuffs and hauled me to my feet.

"That was a lovely chat Parker, hope to see you again sometime." I laughed as I was escorted back to my cell.

"So, Rick, how long have you been in the policing business. Is it as fulfilling as you'd hoped it would be." I asked as Rick lead me down the halls towards my holding cell.

"Shut up you little shit." He said forcing me inside and locking it behind me.

"Love you too." I laughed at him as he called Marc forward and escorted him away. I turned to face the rear wall, about to acquaint my butt with the bench when I felt someone's eyes on my back. I spun on my heal to find my brother looking wearily at me from the cell opposite. Our eyes met and I sent him a smile which he didn't return.

"Don't give me that crap Theo." He hissed through gritted teeth, getting to his feet and moving closer to the bars.

"Ryder I-" I began mirroring his actions.

"No Theo, I don't want to hear it. What's wrong with you. You killed our father and I'm willing to bet you enjoyed it." The words were coming hard and fast from my brothers mouth his knuckles turning white as his grip on the bars tightened. Then his expression changed from one of anger to a weak smile. "But you're still my brother and I have a feeling you're not as dark as you want people to believe."

"When did you get so smart?" I asked amazed by what I was hearing.

"When I stopped listening to you." Ryder words brought a smile to my face and I heard a genuine laugh escape my lips. For the first time since all of this mess had occurred, I felt happy.

Okay so another short chapter, but the ones coming soon with be longer I promise. Hope you're all still enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. -Flo