Finding the serial killer

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Jake’s POV,

“Now, you're my slave.”

“Are you serious?” her eyes say she is. “What are we? Teenagers?”

“I don’t care about that. but don’t forget to pick me up tomorrow morning.”

We both walked out of the precinct doors.

“My car’s busted.” I said as we entered her car as we both sit in. I was going to drive, I guess this slave thing starts from now.

“Then take this. I don’t really like to drive.” I started the engine driving on the route of her apartment.

“I forget to thank you earlier,” I said as she looked at me with her dark eyes, carefully trying to figure my emotions out.

“About?”

“The party. I saw you were trying to blend in, I guess you didn’t really like my family, but you still joined them, for me.” she laughs silently.

“It’s not that I didn’t like your family, you family is great and I get to eat some great food, it’s just that I never had a normal family. The family I have experienced isn’t something that’s comfortable and warm like yours.” Tears fills her eyes, but she constantly tries to hold them back.

“You don’t have anyone in your family?” I asked realising I was at her apartment. I stopped the car and she get out. I got myself out too.

“I have been an orphan ever since I was eleven,” a tear rolls out of her eye and I don’t know why I feel this pang of pain and regret for asking her. she lost her parents at such and early age. “And no, they didn’t die, my dad flew off tired paying my mom child support and my mom never cared anything more than those pay checks. So, the state put me with foster families.” Her eyes droop down to her feet. I don’t like seeing her cheerfulness being demolished by those memories and with the amount of pain I'm seeing in her eyes and her actions I am certain something bad happened in her foster home but I'm not going to ask her about that.

I embraced her in my arms, she snuggled to my chest. I feel her sobs against my chest. I don’t know, but I have a soft spot for tears and feeling this pang of pain in myself I know I'm attracted to her. I'm attracted to her more than I think I can. I feel more for her pain that I thought I would care. it’s bad, bad. And I want to do anything I can to make her smile.

“I've been through hell, I seen what’s worse than the things we see. I've seen real monster too close by, I've lived with them.” her words mix somewhere in my heart and it’s beat. And my words feel paralyzed. Worse than the case we just got over? “Do you still want to know?”

I pressed her closer, “I don’t want to know what that is anymore. I just want you to forget all about it. I want you to leave it behind and live a life for yourself, you are not a little girl now, you are a detective, you can protect yourself well.” my words were for her comfort but for some reasons it made her cry even worse than before. I hold her face with both my hands, and rubs the running tears with my thumb.

Two minutes pass, maybe three. She doesn’t let go. She molds against me, soaking up the comfort my arms and chest and hands are giving her. I’m rubbing her back, up and down, my voice still trapped in my throat.

Something is wrong with her, something I’m not sure I even want to know at this point, but it’s something I can’t just leave her on the sidewalk and drive away from.

I don’t think she’s crying anymore when she says, “I need to go home.” She looks at me, eyes like telling me against her words, like she’s saying she don’t want to go home anymore, so I did what I think her eyes wants too. I kiss her.

And now I'm hooked.

It feels like I've been thirsty for so long, but now that I've found my river, I feel hard to let it go.