Fragile Fire

Chapter 2

Truth and lies. Where does one draw the line between the two? For many it's where they believe the line should be. Whether that's closer to the truth or closer to the lies.

Some people tell a lie to protect those they love.

Some: to protect their own ass.

Yet some do it just for shits and giggles. For the pain it brought. The suffering.

The agony that it brought to those they lied too.

They do it simply because the pain in the eyes of the victim feels good. The darkness in their eyes. The way their eyes no longer shined as bright.

My only question is why someone lied about me.

Why someone lied about my family. My life.

I have never been the type of person to stand out. The person who shined the brightest. That wasn't me. I've always been the one who hid. Who pretended they were okay. The type of person who hid every dark feeling in themselves and covered them with layers of sweet sugar. To make them more pleasant for onlookers.

If people see sweet on sweet on sweet they won't break past the hard core, for they don't think there's anything past it.

So why someone would lie about me, confused me.

I don't have many friends. None to be exact. I had one. He was my rock. My lifeline. He was the most important thing in my life besides Toby. Time changes things. People change.

He went from the best thing in my life to the worst. He ruined me. He destroyed me.

Regardless of him, I'm in the police station. Handcuffed to the fucking desk.

"Ms. Mitchell, do you understand why you're here?" Detective Greenspan asked me, while tapping his pen on the folder.

"My family's dead." I say sarcastically. Detective Greenspan stopped tapping his pen and brought it to his mouth as his eyes stared me down.

"Ms. Mitchell, I do not appreciate the sarcasm. This is serious. Do you understand you are being charged with three counts of first degree murder?"

"Well of course sir." I say smirking.

"Vanessa. I get that your upset about..."

"Do not say his name." I growl. His name is to never be brought up. His eyes filled with surprise as he sat back in his chair.

"You are like a daughter to me. You know that." He says apathetically. I rub my thumbs over my gloves subconsciously.

"I was." I whisper. His eyes fill with sorrow when a nock sounds on the door.

"Come in!" He yells and in walks the one person I've tried so hard to avoid.

The one person I refuse to talk about and see.

"Kaiden?" I whisper, my heart breaking into a million more pieces.