Trust me... - Riggs story

5

He pulls his hair back.
"You got in a fight?" He asks.
"Yeah." He rolls his eyes and walks out the door.

Close one.

We get in the car and drive to my house.

Before we get out, Riggs stops me.
"Lexie, before you go. If you need anything, need to talk, here's my number." He gives me a piece of paper.

I look at it.
"I won't need it." I mumble.
"Just in case." He smirks. I smile and we get out.

"Maybe you should go, before he answers." I say and he nods. He drives off and my stepdad answers.

He's drunk again.

"Where the hell have you been?!" He shouts and I step back.
"I-I.."
"Get in this fucking house now!"

I walk in and I try to go upstairs. He pulls me down by my arm and throws me on the ground.
"No, please." I say crying.

Not again.

"I thought you learned something." He says. He goes into another room and I get up and get halfway up the stairs.

"I wouldn't move if I were you." He says chuckling. I turn around and he has a fucking gun.

"Holy shit." I say. "D-Don't shoot..." tears are streaming down.
"I'm not gonna shoot you." He says looking at the gun. "You're gonna shoot me."

"I can't do that.."
"Do it!" He screams. I breath in and I need to be brave.
"No." I look at him and he is pissed.

"You don't shoot me, I'll shoot you."
"I can't do that to you!" I shout crying more.
"Fine." He lifts the gun and my heart drops.

I hear a gun shot and I close my eyes.

I don't feel any pain. I look at my body and there's no blood. I then move my eyes to my stepdad.

He's on the floor. Blood all over the floor. I stare at him in shock.
"You okay, Lexie?" I hear Riggs say. I see him in the door way with his gun in his hand.

"R-Riggs.." I manage to say. I burst out crying and I run down the stairs. I hug Riggs so tight and it's the first time I've felt safe in a long, long time.

All the cops are here and I'm sat outside with a blanket around me. Roger is next to me. With Bailey and Bowman.

I'm just staring at the floor.

"I know it's gonna be hard, Lexie. But can you talk about it?" Roger asks.
"Y-Yeah. I'll try." I whisper.

I tell the story and they write it all down. I see Riggs sat on the cop car.

I walk up to him.
"Hi." I say. He looks at me and smiles. "Thank you so much." I add and I hug him again.
"I'm sorry you had to see it." I smile and nod.

"If I would've told you, this wouldn't of happened." I say tears filling my eyes.
"Hey..." he says putting his hand on my shoulder. "Don't say that."

We go to the office and Riggs arm is around me. My head is still looking down.

They sit me in a interrogation room again, with Riggs and Roger.
"Are you okay to talk in more detail about what he was like?" Roger asks and I nod.

"Was he always violent?" Roger says.
"Since mom died, yeah." I mumble, looking at them both.
"Did he say anything to you? Something that might've upset you?"

"Loads of things. But, like.. yesterday or something, he told me that I was worthless, useless, bitch. And that mom got cancer because she had a fucked up daughter. He was talking shit about my dad and he said that my parents didn't love me." I look down.

"You okay?" Riggs asks kinda quietly. I nod and I wipe the tears away.
"He said that he wished I would've died." I say playing with my hands.

"What did he say earlier? When he was going to shoot you?" Roger asks.
"He wanted me to shoot him. I said no and he pointed the gun to me. I closed my eyes, opened them and there he was.. dead. If it wasn't for Riggs, I would be dead." I smile at Riggs and he returns the smile.