Someday

Chapter 34 - Polygraph

Alex's POV:
I woke up with a pounding headache, as I have many times before. But this time was different. This time Lauren's family was staring at me when I woke.

The children's eyes held a bit of fear, but other than that, there was the typical joy that a kid naturally had. The type of bliss where your biggest problem was figuring out if you liked skittles or gummy worms better. I could tell that they didn't know what happened to their mother. Those eyes didn't know that she was taken away from them.

The father's eyes were another story. They held so much pain, which was understandable. He just had the love of his life ripped from his arms. Those eyes held guilt as well, but what did he have to feel guilty about? I cleared my throat to break the silence, and it worked "I'm so sorry," the man whispered. I furrowed my brows, but the man could see me. He had a hard time looking me in the eyes.

"What?" I said, but no noise came out. My throat felt scratchy and it hurt when I tried to speak. It hurt a lot. He didn't hear me.

Mr.Thomas turned his head away from me and spoke to someone on the other side of the room, the side that I couldn't see. "I'm not convinced." His voice had shame in it.

"What do you want us to do?" A deep voice asked.

"What about a polygraph? You know, like a lie detector while she's lucid. If she has memories of," he winced as he said her name, "Lauren, then we'll know."

At this point I didn't know anything about what was going on. All I know is that the deep voice agreed to give me polygraph. That's fine, I've got nothing to hide.

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They started hooking me up to the machine. I heard various beeps and allowed the examiner to prepare the polygraph, but beyond that, I paid no attention. As I felt the cool metal through my orange jumpsuit, I grew nervous, although I didn't know why. I know that I didn't do this, so all I had to do was tell the truth and I would be fine. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.

The examiner turned towards me and I felt my heart go erratic, making the polygraph go wild. He put his hand on mine. "Calm down. It's okay." That somehow managed to calm me down a bit, but as soon as my heart rate returned to normal, he removed his hand from mine and began typing on his computer. "I'm going to ask you a series of simple questions that you know the answer to. Answer them as calmly as you possibly can." After some more clicks on his laptop, the questions began. "Is your birth name Alexandra Monica Everpin?"

I looked straight ahead, determined not to let the examiner see the panic that I could feel rising. "Yes."

More typing. "Is this your first time taking a polygraph?"

"Yes."  The questions seemed easy. At this point I was completely calm, even when he asked the next question.

"Did you kill Mackenzie Lauren Thomas?"

"No."

"Did your father abuse you before you ran away from this town?"

That question threw me off guard. What did any of this have to do with my father?

"Did your father abuse you before you ran away from this town?" He asked again.

I wanted to lie and tell the examiner that he hadn't. No matter what he had done, he was my father after all. If course I'd want to protect him. But I knew that the rapid speed of my heartbeat would've given me away if I lied. I had no choice but to tell the truth. "Yes, he did."

The examiner sent me a quick look of pity, I wasn't sure if it was there at first. He then began unhooking the cold metallic items from me. A look of confusion spread across my face before I could stop it. "That's it?"

The examiner looked a bid amused at my question. "Do you want more?" My eyes widened and I began shaking my head.

"No, of course not. But that wasn't very many questions."

"We just needed to make sure that you were telling the truth about one thing. I've already done that. So yeah, that's all the questions."

The examiner struggled to carry all the equipment out the door, which made me want to laugh despite my current situation. Not a minute later, I heard a voice at the door that took me by surprise.

"I'm sorry." My eyes shot up to the door, and leaning against the door frame was Mr.Thomas. My face held a mixture of shock and confusion. He continued despite this. "It wasn't you that killed my wife, I know that now. You're just a good kid that had something horrible happen to her. I'm so sorry. Will you forgive me?" My face only held confusion now as I listened to what he had to say.

"Mr.Thomas, I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about." It was his turn to be confused.

"I mean that it was Abaddon that killed my wife, not you." Abaddon?

"Who's Abaddon?" My furrowed brows matched his.

"Abaddon. You know, your other personality." When my brows stayed furrowed he suddenly looked scared. "They didn't tell you about Abaddon, did they?" I shook my head slowly. My other personality?

"Before you woke up, we had a talk with your other personality, she confessed to killing Lauren. But I didn't believe that it was another personality, I thought that you were acting." He hung his head in shame. "That's why they did the polygraph, to confirm that you didn't know anything about what happened to Lauren."

My head felt heavy. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't hear what he was saying after that. I saw his mouth moving, but I heard nothing come out of it. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as my gaze moved from Mr.Thomas onto the floor. I was brought back by one sentence. "I'm not pressing charges."

My attention snapped back to him to confirm what he just said. Once I did, my eyes filled up with tears and gratitude. I had been here for quite sometime and it was no doubt sometime in the morning. All I wanted right now was a nap, a shower, and a sandwich. All of which I would hopefully be getting sometime soon.

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I had been brought back to the cage in the depths of the building. I assumed that I was being held here because of what Mr.Thomas had told me, which he got scolded for, by the way. Apparently I was supposed to find out about it tomorrow, but me knowing now just sped up the process of getting me out of here. Which I am not complaining about at all.

Mr.Miller explained to me that I had a multiple personality disorder which is now known as dissociative identity disorder. Some symptoms were mood swings and extreme migraines. The signs have been there for a while apparently, I just haven't paying close attention. But I was paying close attention to this floor. I've been staring at it for a while.

Mr.Miller walked into the cage and my attention snapped towards him in anticipation of information regarding my release. He seemed taken aback for a second at my sudden change attentiveness, but didn't say a word about it. He instead sat beside me on the ground facing me. After a long sigh, he said "They've arrested your father for child abuse." My back straightened and my eyes widened. He continued, "He has a lifetime sentence." If my jaw wasn't already on the floor, it sure was now.

By some miracle, I finally found my voice and said, "Aren't the officers supposed to be telling me about this?"

"I begged them to let me do it." That only confused me more and he could tell. "I thought it would soften the blow a little bit if I delivered the news." I lowered my head in shame. I should've been jumping with joy if I found out that my abuser had been arrested. But at the end of the day, he's still my father, and I still love him. I felt Mr.Miller put his hand on mine. "Don't be ashamed of loving your family, Alexandra. It's only natural."

He got up from his sitting position and started towards the door, but before he left he said, "You've got a visitor, by the way."

Another one?

As if on cue, two guards walked in, ready to escort me to the visiting room.

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