"I feel bad for the people who never go crazy."
Trepidation (n): a feeling
of fear or
agitation
about
something
that may happen.
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Athena Williams is a quiet and hardworking girl wit...
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DETECTIVE POLTZ HELD an almost finished lit cigarette between his thin lips as he stared intently at the man seated before him. The room the duo sat in reeked of disinfectant and rust, and a meager lingering smell of smoke from Poltz's cancer stick.
The overhead light beamed over the scuffed steel table, each of the men's faces illuminated slightly. The detective retracted the stick from his mouth, blowing a steady stream of smoke from his mouth towards a very irate Jake Abbey.
"You've got balls, sittin' there like you have a damn right to be mad." He chuckled briefly, shaking his head as Jake's empty stare enveloped the detective's features.
"Tell me, did you really think I wasn't gonna catch your sorry ass?"
Jake only smirked, causing Detective Poltz to lean in with an angry glance.
"You think this is a joke, Abbey?"
Jake continues to smirk, this time shrugging his shoulders as he released a deep breath. The man sported a generous amount of facial scruff, his eyes still that seemingly bright blue color despite his current predicament.
"Your little broad, you think she's gonna last a day in max? You've got another thing coming, pal. Guess what? You're the one who put her in here-"
The sudden clinking of handcuffs reverberated off of the sullen cement walls, Jake's frame seeming to tower over the complacent detective as he slowly blew smoke from his thin lips.
Jake wanted to desperately break free of his restraints, the metal digging into his skin quite uncomfortably. Both wrists were bound to the scratched metal table, the orange light casting a somewhat scary shadow against Jake Abbey's hunched figure.
"Tell me, how'd you do it? All those innocent people? Most of all, how did you-a reclusive OCD ridden psychopath-get someone like Athena Williams?" Poltz says curiously, his eyes narrowing as he picked up his paper coffee cup and took a sip.
Jake Abbey slunk back onto his seat slowly, his eyes never leaving those of Poltz as he clenched his fists tightly.
"Where is she?" The man finally speaks, his voice grating and deep.
"Hmph. So you speak now? Good. I'll tell you where Miss. Bonnie is when you give me some information, Clyde."
Jake's eyes closed briefly, his head racing as he started to become overly aware that he was bound with no escape.
"She can't be cuffed for long." He blurts and shakes his wrists, the metal clinking softly against the steel.
"Why's that?"
"She's claustrophobic. She gets anxiety easily."
"How do you know? When did you discover that Miss. Williams had these conditions?"
Jake scoffs, his lips parting in a halfhearted smile as Detective Poltz neglects the duos marital state completely.
"Her name...is Athena Abbey," Jake begins lowly as he glares at the suave detective.
"She almost sold you out once because of it didn't you? You wanted to desperately wrap your hands around her neck and show her who's boss, eh? You thought of offing her, too?-"
"-SHUT UP!" Jake screamed ferociously, his body shaking from anger as he turned red as a tomato.
With that, Detective Poltz takes a seemingly long drag of his cigarette before slowly blowing the smoke into Jake's face.
"Get comfortable, Abbey. We're gonna be here for a while."
