Trust me... - Riggs story

9

It hits 8:00am and I get out of bed. I wear this today:

I put some makeup on and I sit down on the bed and I go in my phone.

I look through pictures on my phone of my mom and dad. Then there's a knock on the door. The person opens it and comes in.

"Hey, kid." Riggs says. I smile weakly at him. "Trish told me about earlier. You were crying, and shouting for someone to help?" He sits next to me.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter. It was just a bad dream. I have them all the time." I fake a smile.
"What was it about?" He actually looks concerned.

No one's ever been concerned with anything to do with me.

"Nothing."
"At least tell me who was in it." He sighs. I think for a minute.
"My, uh, stepdad." I mumble. "And this other guy.. and you."
"Me?" He asks and I nod. "What did the other guy look like?"
"Kinda like you. He also had like a half face. With skin peeling off."

Riggs just stares at me and it kinda freaks me out.
"What?" I ask confused.
"N-Nothing.. What was I doing?"
"You were in the corner... dead. Then that random dude.. killed me with a knife."

I stop myself from crying and I get tingles all over my body.

He doesn't say anything and just pulls his hair back.
"Riggs?"
"Hm?" He hums.
"Can I help find the guy who killed my dad?" I ask, thinking he'll say no.

"I don't know. You might not be allowed."
"Even if I'm not, I'll still help." I really want to help.
"I'm sorry, Lexie. But you can't." He puts his arm around me and I roll my eyes.

We go down the stairs and Riggs tells me to go with him somewhere.

We get to an office and we walk into this room. I sit on the sofa in there.

"Whose this?" The lady asks.
"She's Lexie. I have to ask you something." Riggs tells the lady.
"Okay, go ahead..." she says looking at him strangely.

"Can, er, Lexie come to see you. For like... appointments?" I look at him in disbelief.
"What?!" I shout.
"Martin, you know it doesn't work that way." She says crossing her arms.

"Are you serious?!" I shout.
"Calm down-"
"Fuck off!" I go to the table and I throw all the papers off it.
"Lexie!" He shouts. I don't stop, I throw mugs on the floor, smashing them.

I stop and I walk back over to Riggs.
"I need a therapist?" I ask angrily and I walk out.

A couple of minutes later, Riggs finds me sat on chairs outside the offices. He sits next to me and I roll my eyes.
"Hey, less of the attitude." He says 'father like', which pisses me off.

"Yes, dad." I say sarcastically, letting him know I'm annoyed, and he sighs.

"We need to talk about where you're staying.."
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blahhh.." I fake a yawn and he gets annoyed.

"You can't stay at Rog's forever."
"And I'm not staying at a care home. You can piss off." He chuckles.

He leaves me sat down and Avery joins me.
"Hi, Lexie. Did Riggs tell you?" He asks and I get confused.
"Tell me what?" I ask, making a *please don't give me back news* face.

"Guessing he hasn't." He mutters. "Well, we've found the killer of your dad."