Loose of Chains

-Chapter Two-

TW: child abuse and suicide

"Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments."
- Rose Kennedy

I sit in this cold, dark room. It used to be a janitors closet until it was cleared out to become just an open space. I have heard all the legends and rumors as to this one, dim, dark, cold, room, that I have to sit in.

I never said anything to the serious SSA  Aaron Hotchner besides introducing myself he never said anything back, he just lead me to this room. If you ask me that's pretty childish, he's the adult, he should lead the conversation and be the bigger person. But I can't really blame him, all I am is just a walking reminder of my father, the person who took everything from him. I wanna be more then a Foyet, more then my father, but, no one can see by anything else then my father.

The doors bust open and I see Aaron Hotchner with two boxes that have my name scribbled on the front, he aggressively throws them down on the table and takes a seat. Now this is just pathetic, I'm the one who invited him here, they need my help. This isn't some interrogation where I tell them what I know and they leave me here, alone.  I have been studying the FBI, the BAU, Aaron Hotchner, just trying to make sense of what my father did, the FBI created the "scare the suspect into thinking you know all about them" trick with boxes.

"Oh please, this is textbook. I'm not some suspect who you pry information out of and then fail at catching my mom because I wasn't there to help." I say smirking at Hotch's poker face, I can see he is trying to profile me.

"You aren't leading this interrogation, I am. I will be asking the question and I will by doing with that information you give usefully." He's under estimating me, "I can tell you have been reading up on the FBI and my team. You've of all people know we are excellent in finding our unsubs."

"Like my father?" This catches him by surprise, point one for me in this cat and mouse game, "Yeah you caught him, but not until your wife was killed and your son was put a great risk. Don't let history repeat itself, my mom has nothing to lose, you should know the worst kinds of unsubs have nothing to lose. So for one second get off your high horse and stop tripping over your gigantic ego and level with me. Your sons life and yours is at stake and you can't for one second stop the big tough FBI man act?"

I contemple what I said, was that two harsh? Is he about to yell at me for that? I mean, I didn't lie but-

"Fine." His words cut off my train of thought, "I will "level" with you. Tell me your demands and then the information."

"I don't have demands, I have things that will help you that are more then just information," he agrees and I continue, "First off I want out of here. I don't need help, I'm perfectly content but my mental health will be better when my mom is behind bars. I want to be apart of the investigation, let me help you. I know you don't trust me, no one does. Everyone is scared that somewhere deep down inside I'm just like my father, a killer. I need to prove I'm more then a shadow of my father."

"I understand where you coming from, I truly do. I will comply with you for help with the investigation." he says as I am relived.

"Okay, I'll tell you what I know." I start, "After my father pretended to be a victim of The Repear, he went into hiding as you know. During that time he met Valentina Kenner. A girl with no money to her name, no family, no job. Foyet met her at a bar and they started to date, they kept the relationship a secret. 16 years ago, my mother got pregnant. She put George Foyet as the father but payed off the medical staff to keep my birth father a secret in forms. I took on the last name Kenner, my mothers maiden name. But my mother still called and calls me Hazel Foyet. George cut my mother off, scared I would be connected to him while he was in hiding. He was supposed to live his life in fear of the Reaper. So to keep that act going he tried to keep me a secret and broke up with my mother. My mother was heartbroken. Her whole life was centered around him, my mother practically worshiped him. My mom blamed me for my father breaking up with her. She saw me as nothing but a problem in life and let out all of her anger on me, physically. When my father was killed, she became a manic. I would show up to school with bruises that just got worse and worse with time. A teacher noticed and reported it, child services came and my mom got 10 years for child abuse when I was 6. I bounced from foster home to foster home. 6 weeks ago,  I tried to kill myself over come with guilt for what my father did. Then I was thrown into this dump. Two weeks ago I got a call from my mother, telling me about a new age of Foyets and how she was gonna get revenge on the Hotchner family. 3 days later I called you and gave you a word of warning and instructed you to come here for further instruction. That's all I know, but it doesn't mean I can't help you more at the BAU."

I hear a beep of a video recorder as I look up to see a camera pointed at me recording my every move, I didn't know I was being recorded.

"Thank you for your time. You have already helped this investigation and our profile." he gets up to leave but I stop him.

"What about what I asked for? I trusted you." I say with a look of disappointment.

"To that I say pack your bags." this takes me by surprise but I mean I'm not complaining.

"But who would I be staying with?" I know the foster system it can take awhile to find someone who would want to foster a teenager.

"Well," he starts, "You could stay with me."

AUTHORS NOTE:
Hey! I hope you enjoyed chapter two! I wanted to clear somethings up; in this universes it's 2021 and the current team is Hotch, Reid, JJ, Prentiss, Rossi, Morgan, and Garcia. I know I mentioned this last chapter but I'm new at this and the chapters will get longer.