Daddy's Little Girl. |A.I.|

One.

Present, 3rd person P.O.V.:

"You can sit down in that chair" The woman said and the girl nodded, trying to get relax, "Just relax, you didn't do anything wrong".

Again the girl nodded and sat down in the chair. "We're just going to be asking you a few questions, okay?" The girl nodded once again and the lady smiled friendly, "Good and if you don't feel comfortable with a question, you don't have to answer it". She let out a sigh of relief and focused on what the lady and her partner were asking her.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Her eyes widened and her breathing become irregular at the nickname the woman in front of her used. The woman noticed the distressed look on the girl's face, "I'm sorry, did I say something that makes you uncomfortable?" she asked. The girl shook her head and opened her mouth to answer the question, but nothing came out. She started feeling sick and wanted to go home.

She turned her head to look at the glass window be sides her to see her mom standing there. Her eyes were red and puffy. She had been crying. She probably had been crying the whole day or maybe even for weeks now.

The girl completely understood why, but after all that happened these past few week she thought she would have been the one crying. But she never did, not once. She stayed oddly calm through all of this everyone said. She just accepted everything that happened and lived with all the things done to her. The sick feeling became stronger when thinking about those things, but became even more intense when thinking of all the things she had to do in order to survive.

"Are you listening to us?" The woman asked and the girl focused her attention back to the woman sitting in front of her.

"Why would you even ask for my name? You probably have it written all over those documents", the girl pointed out and her attention returned to her mother in the other room.

The woman chuckled, "you really aren't fooled easily, are you?" 

"So, how did he fool you so easily?" the woman continued. The girl's head snapped back to the woman, " he was good at fooling people". The woman just nodded and wrote down what the girl had said.

"What was your relationship with him  like?" the girl swallowed hard and fiddled uncomfortable with her fingers. The woman noticed the change in her behavior. They're going to judge you. They always do, the girl thought.

"Sexually." She said after awhile and the woman only nodded. Again she wrote something down and focused her attention back on the girl.

"Okay, do you have any idea where he is now?" Her partner asked the girl and she fixed her gaze at him. He was the type she would normally go for. Board shoulders, blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Dead" she said and kept staring at him. Their last fight played through her head. They were screaming at each other and then a shot was heard. She remembered her ear ringing that's how loud it was. After that there was nothing. Complete and utter silence.

The blonde guy raised his eyebrows at her, "How are you so sure that he is dead?" He asked. "Because I killed him" she said softly the guilt creeping up to her. The man didn't look surprised or horrified, he just nodded, "Okay." he simply said and also he wrote something down.

"Could you tell us exactly what happened? " the woman practically commended, "please tell us in detail, because everything is important."

The girl nodded her head and thought deeply not knowing here to begin.
" Where do you want me to begin?".

"When your contact with him started" She said and started the audio recorder over,

"How did you meet Mr. Irwin?".