Should I surrender ?

Chapter 65

Nick-

After waiting for what seemed like forever. To be well enough move around much take on the stairs. Five days, three hours of one self afflicted insanity. I didn't really check up on that girl. Sure didn't know how she was fairing. And because of how stunted I was.

I wasn't  foolish enough to open that door when ready. Surprisingly she didn't protest to be let out of the small bathroom. It was no one was home besides myself. But I did make it down stairs on the sixth day to see if she was alive. I said hello and her answer was to....

To throw some object against the door. So I took that as confirmation, went about my business.

It equaled to that she was so fucking ungrateful. I could've dealt with her just like those before her. She didn't have an clue. If only she stayed the same. At the time I think I kind knew she playing me for fool back then. But I wanted so badly to try something new.

Thinking of her so highly. She's this or that. She's nice. But she hid everything so well. And maybe we all held things in, to later reveal our true selves.

Years later I still wondered why she even talked to me in the first place. She had that sim popular but a bit shy thing going on. I was book smart. Didn't have many friends. Fresh from Canada still trailing behind in the social area. Even though our family came to the US for holidays and vacation. We never stayed on this long.

And because my dad found a job opportunity. He jumped on it fast plus to be there for his own father that was suffering from lung cancer. We all just moved in their house. It was when I was in the ninth grade. I had left the only friend had back then.

I had met her in junior year. And we were together until that fateful day. And afterwards I decided that I wasn't going to let either of them go. A lie here to get one of them carted off to jail. And the another, it was truly was an accident really but I didn't do anything about it. It was like something or someone was out there to help me.

With her I wanted her to beg me to forgive her. I had so much rage, I wanted her to feel the humiliation of what I felt. So I went to her house one day. I was ready to unleash everything on to her. But when I went to knock on the door. No one answered in which only pissed me off more. To the point I was banging heavily on the front door. Yelling and screaming, using my whole body on the door. Until it flew right open.

I stood there in shock for a few seconds. Then walked right in. And as I was looking around, I couldn't believe what I was seeing....

Everything that used to be in this house was cleared out. Beside an garbage bag in the middle of the floor. So I rushed in to check, see if the rest of the house was in this state.

My first destination was her room. I opened up the door slowly. And it was empty besides the girly ass wallpaper, the poster board that hung on the wall. What I guessed they didn't care for taking. I entered more into the room to only run into an small trash can. The contents spilled out on to the floor. It looked to be many pieces of ripped paper. I wanted to take an closer look.

It was pictures of what I didn't know. So I begin to match the pieces together. It was a picture of her parents and us. The one I remembered her cousin took last fourth of July of that year.

I can remember thinking. So this was her answer. To run away, not face the consequences of her actions.

I stormed out of that house calling her all the names in the book of foul words. I went home, flew into another rage. Soon after was my small stint in a mental ward for teens. Afterwards we moved back to Canada.

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A day passed, I still hadn't heard peep from behind that small bathroom door after I changed my bandages. I was on my way to fix something to eat for myself.

But if she wanted to ignore me. So be it. I knew she'd run or probably ran out of food and the supply I gave. Her ass should be thanking me. I could've laid her ass out a long time ago. Even on that day I went to her house. If she was home that is. But now that I have her to be subjected to continuous humiliation.

To let her know I am not the one to be fucked with. Don't care how much she begs I'll never let her go.

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Detective Ryan -

I couldn't believe how some of the dots were connecting. New cases, new leads always gets my blood a' flowing. I lived for this job. I always wanted to be in law enforcement since I was child. And everytime I'd solved a case it'd give me an huge sense of accomplishment.

And my gut feeling was telling me after speaking to my friend Aaron. That the two missing knew each other. Carefully reviewing the night club surveillance so many times to my buddy's expense.

Body language tells a lot. Even though the quality of the video was grainy. Magnifying the suspects image didn't help much. It was like he knew where the cameras were, knew how to angle his position or just plain hide his face.

Just to know that this guy knocked a girl out, carried her away without anyone the wiser to stop him. That's why I suggested that Aaron speak to the Club's owner again. Because he could've been lying or has to know something. And to look for the girl that was with her that night. This case could've been solved already because she might be the key to this case.

If only her mother had thought on it earlier.  But I couldn't fault her for that. She has a lot on her mind. She probably was thinking about her daughter non stop since she has been declared missing.

Lost in thought, I heard an car behind me honk repeatedly. I can't believe I zoned out like that. Or in my case zone I was in thinking about different things about this case. That forgot where I was. Or what I was doing.

I was headed over to the suspects parents house. And to meet Canadian officials first of course. And go from there. Then on to the hospital to question the witness back in the States.

I probably have to become an ping pong going back and forth. Hopefully I don't have to, pieces would all fall together. And I'm off to the next case.

Sorry I really don't know all there is to know about detective work. Sorry if this chapter's bad.

Author notes-

-Detective Ryan's up there in media box. He's the guy that Vince was trying to contact in an earlier chapter.

-Detective Aaron who is the detective that's helping Janelle's mother to find her. ( his photo will be posted next chapter. )