SUSPECTS || unedited

ii.ii

chapter ii.ii (tw)

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The abrupt knock on the wooden door startled her as she finished getting ready

Swiftly, I grabbed my keys and wallet off the side table and patted the side of my hip to assure that my phone was in my pocket. Right after the police left from after questioning me, they confirmed that they would be evacuating the building; floor by floor to shield themselves from having to endure havoc.

I planned to go out for dinner since I still had no time to attempt to go grocery shopping for around the apartment for myself.

Back in Bellmoral, I would have to hide the food that I bought in the attic above my room because Dave was home all day and he would usually eat it if it was in the kitchen.

Wondering over to the front door, I was greeted by the harsh faces of the police officers. They didn't seem to like me much after our meeting for questioning. After they told me about the "evidence" they seemed to have, I kicked them out of my apartment considering to the fact that they have no actual proof it was Dave that night.

Some of you might be wondering, why not just let the police take Dave if he is abusive? Well here's the thing, my mother's new boyfriend had twin girls when my mother moved in with them.

The girls were the actual spawns of satan.

And if the police took Dave back, my mother would insist to have to go back and live with her. And trust me, you do not want to defy my mother when she insists on something. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I would rather live with one abusive asshole, than two abusive bitches. The math adds up to me.

"We are now evacuating this floor. We will wait for you to grab your father, then we will walk you out to the parking lot where the rest of the apartment building residents awaits."

"May you explain to me again why you are evacuating the entire building?" I give him a sickly sweet smile when he glares at me, noticing what angle I'm trying to play.

"The building is a crime scene. It's a safety precaution at most. Now, may you go get your father so we can continue to the next apartment." the angry man-cop says through gritted teeth, showing that he is losing patience with me.

I turn on my heels, leaving the door open purposefully. People didn't know whether to take that as a welcome into the home or not, it's quite funny watching them stand there awkwardly debating what to do.

I quietly knocked on the master bedroom's door, waiting for a response. Following was nothing but silence, so I knock again louder this time. And again, and again, until I finally brought up the courage to pull my hand towards the knob and twist it.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt the nonexisting presence of Dave in the room. The boxes on the ground now opened and the contents were thrown and scattered on the ground in a messy style. I finally connected the dots in my head.

He ran away.

He jumped. From a third story apartment window. I rush to the window and just as I thought, you could see the footprints in the dirt and receding into the highway.

 I hope he broke something on the way down. 

I tried to collect myself by straightening out my clothing and walking back out to the police officers who had made their way into the living room and sat on the couch. As soon as I walked out of the room they looked perplexed as to why I had walked out unaccompanied by Dave.

"He's... not in the room..." I trail off still trying to make sense of the situation myself.

"What do you mean by "he's not in the room"." the man-cop questions standing up from the couch and walking over to me in four large strides.