No Longer Will Darkness Prevail

"You Bitch"

"Ashley?" He asked still in disbelief.

I nodded and gave him a small smile.

"How-what-who-what?" He stuttered.

He didn't even know what to say.

"Do you need a glass or water?" I asked with a grin.

He recovered and grinned himself.

"I see your still as sarcastic as when I first met you," He said.

My smile vanished as my memory reminded me of why I knew him.

He was the lead detective in my parents case.

"I kind of wished I'd never see you again," I said.

There was a sadness in my voice.

He stood up and came over to me.

"I know, same with me," He said laying a hand on my shoulder.

I sighed.

After my parents got in that car crash, there was an investigation.

Nobody knew if it was an accident or on purpose, in the end it came out as an accident.

"Why do you have my case?" I asked.

"I talked to my boss about it and he gave it to me," He explained.

I raised an eyebrow at him, but he didn't continue.

"Come on, let's go somewhere more comfortable," He said opening his door.

I remembered being in his office at the age of fifteen. He was telling me what may have happened to cause the accident.

I remember walking down this exact walkway.

At the end-where Mr. Manson was talking me-was a sitting place where you talk to families and loved ones of a victim.

The room was a little bigger than his office.

On both walls there was a big window with blinds.

On one couch was a plushy couch with a coffee table in front of it.

Across from the couch sat two matching plushy chairs.

There was also a TV up on one of the walls.

I sat down on the couch and Mr. Manson sat in one of the chairs.

"How about you tell me what happened?" He asked.

I watched him carefully.

"My house burnt down and I ran off scared," I said honestly.

"Where's Jason?" He questioned.

"Oh, Jace was kidnapped," I said leaning back.

I propped my legs up on the table.

I was being testy on purpose, but Manson couldn't tell.

Jace was what I've always called Jason since he was young. I was the only one to call him that.

"And you weren't?" He looked suspicious.

I shook my head.

"I guess they didn't want me," I said.

"They?"

I nodded.

"They who?" An eyebrow went up in confusion.

"I'm thirsty," I said suddenly. "Have anything to drink?"