Yellow Skittle Sociopaths | Book 1

3: We Start with a Missing File

I awoke rather violently, grabbing the thing nearest to me and slamming my fist into it as hard as my half conscious being could muster. How the bloody hell did this all happen? I was perfectly alone until -

"Oh, God! OW!" My eyes snap open to see the Chief of Police hunched over in pain, holding her hand over her nose.

"Oh, it's just you..." And I've already forgotten her name! I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the holding cell's cot, standing up straight and marching out of the small confined space, leaving...what's 'er face to wallow in pain.

I'm not a people person, nor did I care at the moment, that she was the closest thing to me when I struck. That is her fault. Completely. All the fault goes to her. I was unconscious for the Queen's sake!

"I'm really starting to hate you..." She muttered out as she sat on the cold stone hard floor.

"Get in line," I give her a cheeky, half smile, my deep blue eyes glittering underneath my glasses as I marched out the door, grabbing a random crocheted scarf that was hanging from a wooden peg on the wall. I looped it around my neck a few times and sort of jogged out of the police station until I was at the door.

Suddenly, something stopped me.

What on God's green earth am I doing here?

I turned myself right back around and walked over to the check in counter.

"Yes, hello! How may I - " The cheeky assistant smiled brightly before I cut her off.

"Why am I here? How did you get into my house and did you have anything to do with my being drugged last night?" There was a moment of silent awkwardness as I stared stern and curiously into her eyes. Her mouth hung open a little, her breath shuddery and her eyes slightly confused.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Oh, you know very well what I'm talking about," I whispered harshly, narrowing my eyebrows. She still seemed confused so I decided to fill her in. "Every person who enters or exits this establishment passes by your desk before leaving, as you can see, I was a perfect example of that - "

"I'm sorry, but you aren't making any sense whatsoever..."

"Of course I'm not." I turned my head sharply to the side and scoffed. "Bloody idiots..." I looked up as the sound of someone clearing their throat caught my attention.

I smirked and walked up to her, stopping next to the Chief of Police, not facing her directly. "Nice to see you up and well again," I smiled bitterly and stormed past her heading for the files room.

"Hey!" she cried turning and running after me down the hall.

I busted the door open and quickly took in my surroundings. I knocked over tables and boxes, and threw files everywhere. The chief stood in the doorway, hand clutched around the post. Her breathing was a little heavy from chasing me, and her eyes went wide when she saw me wrecking everything like a mad woman. Well, I'm mad alright...

I stomped my foot amidst the papers strewn all over the floor. I couldn't express the unnerving reality that I had been detained for at least 16 hours and there was no file of me on record since then.

"They don't work fast enough!" I slammed my fist into the wall, getting worked up over the lack of information I had. So I hate puzzles, but I do love knowledge and, in fact, require it; when it is about me.

"Where is it?!" I turned to face the Chief who still stood dumbstruck in the doorway. She glanced over at me, and placed a hand in her hip, gaining a careless tone to her voice.

"Where is what, Ms. Louis?"

"My file..." I snatched an empty folder off of the ground and marched over to the door. "The police keep file of everyone they detain; so where is it?"

"Your file is being processed as of the moment." She started off calmly. "So why the hell didn't you just ask?" She screamed.

My attitude completely changed. "Does the mess make you angry?"

"Do you need to ask?" She gritted her teeth and glared at me.

"If so, you should really get someone to clean it up." I sneered back, walking past her for the second time. That's when my phone began to beep. Phone call? Text message, most likely.

I flipped my phone open and opened the text that I had just received:

From: Unknown
To: Anthoni Louis

Missing something?

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-Ani