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Chapter Fifty Eight

Dexter Lowse

"He's in here. We'll be watching while you talk, so be careful with how you choose your actions."

"T-Thank you..."

I felt my stomach grumble underneath the straitjacket, clenching my fists to resist the feeling of hunger. It was added after Mr. Kei provoked a few police officers when he somehow appeared back in his cell, missing a hand. My eyes squeezed tightly, and I heard a chair in front of me sliding against the floor. I didn't dare look up to see who it was, assuming that maybe it was Meredith or her parents to come question me again. My eyes felt heavy as I put my head against the table in front of me, trying not to fall asleep.

I should've just eaten that nasty bowl of porridge they gave me earlier.

Why didn't I eat it..?

Before my eyes could actually close, a female voice called out to me softly.

"Dexter...?"

Mentally groaning, I sat up in my seat, reluctant. My eyes shot up blankly to look at the middle-aged couple behind the glass between us. The man was wearing a name tag on his chest, which was plastered over his plain shirt. Gavin Lowse, it read. The woman had the same name tag, but with her name on it instead. Layla Lowse. For a second, I was taken aback, and as they waited for my response, my eyes became sharp as I glared at them.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked harshly, throwing myself forward in an attempt to rattle them up. The woman flinched, her gaze flashing with fear for a second. Anger began running through my veins when it felt like staring into a mirror. Our eyes were the same color, but I felt my eyes glowing yellow, refusing to see any resemblance between her and me. I lunged forward again, screaming, "Why do you want to talk?! I have nothing to say to you guys!"

The woman put her hands over her mouth, starting to cry. At first, I thought I terrified her, but I saw the pretty and small smile on her face. She hugged her husband's arm, leaning to his shoulder as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her smile seemed to distract her, and she whispered to him, "He's safe, Gavin. It's really him..." Letting go, she turned back to me, barely standing up in her seat as her hand placed itself on the glass window. Her eyes swirled with tears, and she leaned over, trying to get a closer look at me. Her smile broke for a second, but she sniffled. A quiet laugh escaped as her head hung on her shoulder in defeat. "M-My son..." she murmured, her voice cracking at the last word.

"Layla, sit down," I heard the man say, trying to ease her back into the chair.

My son, she said.

My jaw clenched, and I shook my head vigorously, feeling my hair wave over my forehead. "I'm not your goddamn son!" I shouted suddenly, making her look down at me. I glared up at her, feeling my chest heave up and down. My breathing felt like it was being weighed down by her stare— oh god, her stare was too kind and loving for someone like me. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and my hands clenched into fists. Tears were starting to pour out the corner of my eyes, but I remained angry— furious. "If I really was your son, you wouldn't have done this to me!"

I saw the way her shoulders fell when she heard my words, almost like she was collapsing inside. Her hand became stiff against the glass, but her fingers ran over the small holes. As her face became pale and lost color, she sniffled again.

"What did William tell you, Dexter..?" The woman whispered to me. The way she said my name made my heart jump, but I ignored it as her eyes captivated me. "Did he tell you we threw you away? Or gave you to him? Maybe even tried to kill you..?" Her jaw tightened, and she shook her head with her eyes on me. "Dexter, I would have never done that to you. We didn't do any of that..." She leaned over, putting her forehead against the glass. She was trying her best to get closer to me, and as she closed her eyes, she started sobbing, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.