Raine POV
I hear the door slightly open. Silence was filled throughout the small room, making me stop tapping on the table with my index finger. I slightly turn my head, seeing the two figures make their way into the room. I bite my lip, knowing that they were being awfully quite for some unknown reason. I keep my head forward, though, not trying to draw any unneeded attention to myself.
"Miss Walker?" I hear the detective ask, making me turn my glance a little to spot the middle aged male investigator of this whole situation.
I swallow my nerves, nodding. A woman investigator, a little younger than the male with the badge titling him Detective Wilson, takes a seat directly in front of me. I quickly study her profile, from her thin blonde hair falling to her shoulders and her hazel eyes. She places a manila folder with pieces of paper stuffed within it. I wanted to reach over and take a look at all the papers for myself.
"We have some news to deliver to you," the girl, titled Detective Lauren, says as she glances down at the folder.
"And that's if you are going to be mentally prepared for the information revealed," Detective Wilson steps in, placing his hands on the back of a nearby chair at the table. I glance at him to Detective Lauren.
"Mentally prepared?" I raise my eyebrows, surprised.
"Um...there's some shocking news that we have to tell you," Detective Lauren speaks softly.
I sit there, ready for them to lay it on me. In my mind, what could be worse than what's already been told to me? My life is spiraling down, and I happen to end up in the police station. It's been at least four hours of sitting, waiting, speaking, and nonchalant glances. I wonder if Adam is in trouble. I wonder if they caught Scott, as well. I constantly wonder what's happening behind closed doors.
"Okay," I say, a little more assuring than I thought it would sound, especially coming out of my mouth.
"Um, well, I'm not really sure how to put this as softly as I can," Detective Lauren starts. "But you're not actually Raine Walker. You're Lea Moore."
The truth is revealed, without a shadow of a doubt. This wave of relief swept over me. I knew it. I guess apart of me connected the dots and this was the logical reason. I glance down at the table, realizing that my world isn't shifting as I thought it would. My world shifted when I was thrown into the van by the people that wanted to help.
"I already know," I sigh.
"You do?" Detective Wilson speaks, standing straight up.
"Adam and Scott told me. That's why they kidnapped me. They wanted to tell me the truth. The truth that I was actually kidnapped when I was five years old," I explained.
"They're not the bad guys in this situation..." Detective Lauren states, looking at me.
"I know," I respond, glancing at the untouched table before me.
I'm Lea Moore. It's official. What do I do now? What about-
"What about Lacey?" I ask, surprised by my sudden approach.
Detective Lauren and Wilson look at each other, with a look like they've been stabbed in the chest with a butter knife. "Um...we sent out a warrant for her arrest, but she's gone."
"What do you mean she's gone?" I ask, tense.
"She took off as soon as the news traveled. We're looking for her, though."
Good. "We'll find her." Detective Wilson spoke up. "For now, you need to go get some rest. Or at least relax."
He walks over to the door, opening it up and holding it open as I glance back at him. There, at the door, was a pair of tired chocolate brown eyes, messy bed hair, and a tired glance. Scott. His eyes lock on mine, giving me a nonchalant head nod.
"You can go home with Scott while Adam is being questioned still. Scott," Detective Wilson lands his hand on Scott's shoulder. "You're free to go. No charges. Nothing. This isn't a very common thing that happens. But, take the opportunity while you have it."
Scott gives an exhausted smile, looking back at me. He looks tired beyond belief, and so am I. Will I sleep, though? I have no clue whatsoever.
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Scott POV
The drive home was long, especially in the back of a squad car. The second time in the past four hours. I'm setting a record. Though, I have been in trouble, not like this. I merely have to laugh at myself for avoiding the police so easily in my younger years.
Raine is leaning against the window, glaring off at the surrounding around her. I could see the stress resonate off of her tense body. I could only imagine what's going through her mind. The police car halts to a stop at the house, making me want to hop out and kiss the ground beneath me. Too dramatic?
Raine steps out, glancing up at the hazy and dark sky. Another storm is on its way.
"A car will be positioned outside the house for the next 24 hours," the police nods to me. Raine glances over at me, with a worried look, filled with questions.
Great.
I turn, avoiding the glance to head towards the front door. As predicted, the door was unlocked. The house was cold and dark, lifeless. I stepped in, ripping off my leather jacket to toss it onto the couch. Raine slumps onto the couch as I head over to the thermostat to help warm the house up. As I glance back, I see how she's just sitting there.
Raine's hair was hanging down delicately to her shoulders, lightly sticking to her face. I could only see half of her face as the other side is shadowed by the darkness. Her eyes had a thick film over it, shielding from tears. I make my way towards her, walking around to see her full expression on her face. Exhaustion. Worry. Doubt. Fear. Relief. Disappointment. Everything.
I take a seat beside her, feeling her warmth. She glances over to me, her eyes on the verge of letting the tears fall. I knew she wanted to cry, but felt uncomfortable to cry in front of me. I wanted her to know that she could cry all she wants in front of me because I'm here for her.
I wrap my arms around her, bringing her closer to me. She buries her head into my t-shirt, letting me feel her wallow. My arms are extended around her back and around her shoulders as she begins to cry. I press my face into her hair, wanting her to cry and release all the things that bothers her.
She doesn't deserve this sort of pain.
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Raine POV
He just wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to his chest. I can't help but bury my face into his good smelling t-shirt and cry. The tears just fall down my face, reminding me that I'm in a world where pain is simply a rite of passage. But when you endure it, you can't help but think that this isn't life. This is the effects of life.
Scott keeps his grip around me as I continue to cry. I would've never expected this. How could I?
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Raine Walker
Mystery / Thriller[Being Edited] "Why me?" I groan, feeling myself fall towards Scott. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him as I bury my face into his muscular chest. The constant thought of being in danger bothers the hell out of me. It's a constant...
