Avenge him

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Abbie's POV

I pace in the waiting room as Harold watched me. It had to be at least midnight. My hands rested on my face, as I sat down in a plastic chair.

Finally I look up, "Harold, why?" I mange to get out. I figured it would take my mind off Megan, who is still in surgery.

"I didn't do it out of free will," He grumbles.

"What could she have on you Harold?" I ask him.

"The night her sister died. I was there, I was the Taxi driver. I pulled around the street corner to see it all go down. Well, later on I was approached by Sasha. She said if I didn't help her, she would not only kill me but my family as well. She gave me a simple task. As the man walked in I noticed it was the man from the accident. Not wanting my family dead I did as Sasha told me. Afterwards, I didn't say anything to the police, making me an accessory to murder. I thought it was over, but five years later I was contacted by the very own Sasha. She threatened to tell everyone what I did if I didn't do as she said."

"I'm sorry Harold, that must have been tough." I say sympathetically.

All the sudden my cell phone rings.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Abbie, we need you down at the police station to question the suspect." The new chief demanded. The station is now this rundown building we were renovating to replace the old one we lost in the fire. Megan and I had placed most of our money into and help ran fundraisers.

"Are you freaking serious? My best friend is in freaking surgery right now, and you have the audacity to ask me down to the station to question the woman who put her in the hospital!"

"Please Abbie, you and Megan are the best interrogators we ever had!"

"Fine, I will be there in a sec," I finish hanging up my cell phone with a groan of frustration. "Harold, if anything happens with Megan, anything at all, I want you to call me." I pulled out a scrap piece of paper, and wrote my number on it.

Handing it to Harold he looked up and smiled. "What?"I ask sharply.

"Nothing, it's just, I got your digits." He smiles. Rolling my eyes, I walk out of the hospital.

****

"Abbie, she's all yours," officer Downfort hands me a file and walks out of the interrogation room.

It's your basic interrogation room. You have the one way window, and the classic metal table, with matching chair set in the middle. A one way lock door led into the room. I open it quietly and walk in.

I didn't realize how furious I was until I saw the woman in the middle of the room. Her hands were handcuffed to the table. I wanted to stride up to her, and slam her head into the table, but I kept my cool.

"Well, well, well," she laughs, "Who do we have here?"

I sit at the other end of the table, looking down at the file, not daring to make eye contact.

"Where's the other one?" She asks still grinning. I continue to ignore her and look through the file. "Well?"

"She's in the hospital," I finally answer.

"What a wimp!" She chuckles.

"Can we get started?" I ask irritated.

She slowly cocks her head and her words come out as cold as ice, "Fine by me."

I look down at the file, and read off the first question, "Where were you at approximately six o'clock yesterday afternoon?"

She sits back, "That's an easy one. Where were you?"

"I didn't ask where I was."

"Well, I was with you and you were with me. Answer my question and you get the answer to yours."

I grind my teeth violently. She notices my annoyance, and takes advantage.

"So how is your friend doing? Not dead yet? I was positive I hit that artery just right. She should be dead by now. Oh well, second times the charm." A wicked smile flashed onto her face.

That's it.

"I want the whole story! Who, what, when, where! And if I don't get exact answers! I WILL put a bullet in you head. Understand!" I lean in screaming. My face is completely red with frustration.

"How do I know you're not just bluffing?" She asks, leaning forwards so our noses almost touching now.

"The way you know that this gun is real." I pull my gun out and place it on the table.

She takes a deep breath, leans back, and gives me the evil eye.

"It was the day my sister died. I watched everything go down, the shooting, the aftermath, everything. I was only nineteen. Do you know what it's like to have your sister shot in front of you? No, of course you don't. I had so many feelings rush threw me, the only one I could and wanted to decipher was revenge." She leans back and laughs with bone chilling sound.

"That's a funny thing, you know, revenge. It starts small, then it grows, it grows so much, it just takes over."

"Just get back to the story," I order.

"Oh yes, where was I. Drew, I took him to my place and stabbed him. I knew it was wrong, but it just felt so good. I wanted more, but I knew better. It wasn't until five years later that feeling arose in me again. That's why I murdered those other men."

I stood up and took gun off the table. Pointing the gun at her head, I cock it.

"W-what are you doing, I told you everything!" Her eyes widen.

"You were a little careless with your plan. We caught onto your patterns." I circle her like a predator circles prey.

"If your going to kill me, please just go ahead."

I stand in front of her now. "I'm not going to kill you. Just damage."

I fire my gun. The bullet flies into her hand, blood pouring out. She let's out a loud scream, clutching her hand.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that," I smirk before walking out.