Halestorm

February 16, 2015
"You can't keep me here without any evidence, and we both know you have none of it. One thing you have to do is let me go." I looked Officer Bullock straight in the face, no hesitation.

"Smart girl, you would have made a great lawyer one day. It's a shame you're going to end up in prison. You weren't smart enough to cover your tracks, huh kid?" He looked at me with a smirk. He thinks he won. Of course he thinks he won, he's a cop, this is the best part of his day. Then he continues.

"There's always something about you cynical killers; something inexpiable goes through your minds that makes you think you have the right to kill." He sits down on the table, ready to tell me his theory. I sit with my body reclined in the uncomfortable chair that I had been given. "Murderers, such as yourself," That's when I cut him off.

"False accusation, I'm no murderer. You only got the cynical part correct. But go ahead, since you know absolutely everything; please, continue." I am probably getting on this guys nerves, but it's just a matter of who loses their cool first. Lucky for him, I have a high tolerance. He speaks again.

"As I was saying, killers always start with those who mean the most to them, like parents, siblings or children. No, not with you, no no no. And there's a reason for you being different but I haven't quite gotten there yet. You know, and I know; hell anyone with eyes knows, you killed your best friend."

With my hands folded on the table, I leaned forward, "You wanna bet?" I reciprocated his facial expression and stalked away.
At least he knows half of it.

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