prisoner ~ mattia polibio

nice to see you ~ 1

"Honey, hurry up!" I heard my mother yell from downstairs, I quickly grabbed my sketchbook and my phone, placing it in my backpack.

"Coming, mom!" I yelled back, gripping my backpack as I rushed to the kitchen, where my mother was cooking breakfast.

"Morning Amanda." My mother sweetly smiled at me, glancing at her coffee once in a while.

"Anything new?" I grabbed a cup and poured orange juice in it. I raised an eyebrow and looked at my mother.

"New case." She sighed, grabbing a plate. 

"Name?" I asked, sitting down.

"Mattia Polibio." She answered, sitting across from me. My mother looked exactly like me, same brown hair and hazel eyes, freckles spread around our noses and cheeks.

"Sounds from another country." I said, smiling.

"Half of his family is italian, and you learned italian in high school, I'm going to give this one to you." She said and I jumped excitedly, I finally had a case after two months.

"How old is he?" I asked.

"Twenty-two, just like you." She grabbed her early glass of wine, sipping it just a little.

"Awesome, this is going to be easy." I said and my mother handed me a plate of bacon, eggs, and a cup of water.

"I know, I have to help your father with other stuff." She said and I nodded one time, digging in my food.

"Mm, what stuff?" I said with my mouth kind of full.

"We found this woman that had killed and kidnapped four teenagers. We're going to see the bodies and contact their family." She said and I looked at the floor.

"Imagine what their parents might feel?" I asked quietly and she nodded slowly.

"Oh, I can only imagine that feeling." She sighed deeply, I finished with my food and placed the plate in the sink, washing it.

Today we were going to my father's work, it's basically a prison. But, it only has people under thirty years old, which is still disturbing but not that much.

"C'mon Amanda, you have ten seconds." She smiled widely and I quickened my actions, running to the car.

"Three, two, one!" She said and I breathed heavily, plopped on the passenger seat.

"Oh Lord." I said and touched my heart, closing my eyes.

"Oh, that was funny." My mother chuckled lightly as she started the car. I rolled my eyes and laughed, putting on my seatbelt.

"I'm not going to lie, Polibio is quite attractive." My mom smirked and I looked at her in disgust.

"He could be your son, mom. Don't say that." I cringed and she laughed sweetly, ignoring my comment.

"Fine, we're here. Gonzalez is going to show you Mattia, so be aware of everything. Good luck!" She said once she was out the car, watching me enter with a guard on one side of me.

"How's your day, Ramiro?" I asked the tall officer, trying to break the weird tension.

"Good enough." His deep voice echoed through the whole hallway, making some people hang their head out.

"Mind your business, Smith." The officer spat as he glared at a weird white dude, which was staring at me.

"Um, where is he?" I asked, referring to Mattia.

"We're almost there." He simply said and I made a note in my head.

'Don't talk to this cold-hearted person ever again.'

"Oh, okay." I responded and looked at the various cells. Ramiro stopped and waited for me, I catched up with him.

"Polibio, she's here." Ramiro tapped the cell with a penny from his pocket, making a shadow appear.

"Okay." A deep voice said, his face coming in contact with the light of the hallway. He had brown messy hair, big eyes, and an almost unnoticeable accent.

"Hi, I'm Amanda Rizzo, you're new therapist." I tried to smile at the emotionless man.

"I suppose you already know my name." He sat down on the edge of his bed, looking up at me. His cold glare sent shivers down my spine.

"I do, in fact." I tried to read his facial expressions. 

"I want to show you the innocent side of me, most people know me as 'The Student Killer'." He said and I nodded, frowning a bit.

"Fine, I'm okay with it." I said and placed my hand on my hip. I realized that he didn't express his emotions very clear, as if he was trying to hide them. His tattoos and different piercings made him look like a crazy crackhead, but nowhere soon was he going to intimidate me whatsoever.