Gifted

Chapter One

My hands hurt everytime I try to move them, these handcuffs were tight as hell! "Excuse me, how about you pull over the car for five minutes? These handcuffs are really tight, I can barely move my hands."
The cop who's driving the car took off his sunglasses and looked at me through his mirror. "Too bad, deal with it I.T." he said smiling. The other cop, right next to him, started to laughed at his comment.

God I hate that word, it makes my blood boil. "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear, officer. How about you help me with this, before I will strangle you with it? Seems fair, doesn't it?" I said while staring at him with a smirk, trying to intimidate him. He felt uneasy and avoided eyecontact. Oh yeah, he definitely felt intimidated.
"Just kidding, I'm not gonna strangle you or something. You can breath again, officer." I said laughing, they were afraid of me.. good.

After ten minutes of driving we came to the local police station. They pulled me out of the car and pushed me forward.
"Hey! Watch it!" I snapped at them.
"Keep walking and stop whining." He said irritated. I really am not in the mood for this, so I just started to walk. They got me in an interrogation room and loosened my handcuffs.
"Thanks" I said to another female police officer, she seemed friendly but still kinda scared. She just replied with a small smile, after that she walked towards the door with a rather fast pace.
"The detective will arrive soon, he's on his way here." she said and left immediately. "Great, just great. Why was I the one to get caught?" I said to myself in annoyance and frustration.

I waited and waited. She said he was on his way. Now, where the hell is this detective?! I swear I'm gonna lose my mind in this room, the only thing I could hear was a conversation about a woman named Esther who was going on her 6th date this week. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I just want this thing to be over, so I could go back to the others. I hope they found a proper place to stay, and that they are safe.

After half an hour, there still was no detective and I started to lose my patience. "Hello?! Did the detective stop to get lunch or something?! How many hours am I supposed to wait?!" I yelled, letting them know I'm pissed.
A few seconds later, the cops stopped talking. I sat straight on my chair, trying to focus on what was happening. Perhaps the detective showed up. Finally. Suddenly the door opened and I focused on the person who entered.

My heart stopped beating when I saw a tall young man. I felt a hundred thoughts rushing through my head just by looking at him. I started to feel angry, very angry. He didn't even bother to look at me, he was too busy reading a file; probably mine. After a few seconds, he started to drink his coffee which was in his other hand and then he looked at me.

After the look he gave me, I immediately knew I was right.

It's him.