Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

Deep breaths, just tell it like it is. Just tell them what went down... What you remember before you passed out. All of it is the truth, every word from your mouth. You know what really happened... Anxious and impatient and just waiting to get out of there, Azairah restlessly tapped her foot against the cold, tile floors of the interview room. Someone, hopefully someone would finally sympathize with her and let her know it was okay. That was all she needed. Through that cool, mysterious exterior was a woman who'd genuinely feared for her life. All she wanted was someone who'd tell her it was fine and that they were handling it even if they weren't doing it right away and that Cole Douglas was behind bars. Giving her attention to the one way mirror, she saw her reflection. Nervous, tired, anxious, worried mostly that they would just toss her story to the side. She was important too. Her story, her pain, all of it was important too. The twisting knob at the door made her jump in her seat before she uncrossed her legs and sat up straight. Moments earlier Officer Diaz had returned to tell her that the Sheriff himself was going to come and handle the matter himself and to rest easy. Those words, as much as she liked them made her stomach turn in knots so when the door came swinging open a large man following after gave her no doubt what a lie those words were. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite but her tongue on it... Though anyone who looked as angry and as cruel as he did only meant something bad. The booming voice came after as he took his place in front of the table arms crossed, obviously not caring. Her eyes sized him a minute, eyebrow raising in shock at what was actually coming from the thing he called a mouth. Zai sat there silent at first in awe, listening to everything promptly waiting for the moment she was allowed to say her piece. He was boring her. Easily boring her. His threats, his insults- all of it. Mr. Sheriff hadn't realized just how numb she was to words like his. Oh but the past boyfriends was a new one. She smiled, leaning forward to prop her arm up against the table. Head against her hand listening to the ghastly sounds of threats. Are you listening to yourself? The actual amount of garbage that's leaving your mouth? The Sheriff had done a fantastic job at aggravating her more than she should have shown. Or are you just too thick headed to realize you're defending that sorry excuse for a human being? Are all you men just that crude to understand when a fucking woman says no? In that moment, all time seemed to stop when the metal door came swinging open again. It was just supposed to be the two of them. What business did anyone have casually walking into an interview like that? Immediately throwing herself back, the legs of the chair shrieking against the ground, Azairah stood. Her mind was blown almost to where she couldn't thoroughly grasp what the in fuck was going on. But two words seized her ears for what felt like a slow eternity. D..?- she whispered. Dad...? voice breaking mid word, Zai stared like a deer in the headlights, mouth slightly parted in pure disgusted shock. It was like pressing a the fast forward button, to let everything sink in before she raised one hand to her mouth and let the other rest idle at her side. Gentle fingers trembled as a quick, frantic breath rushed past her teeth. It all made sense. How there was apparently 'no evidence'. How no one apparently saw her conversing with Cole. How she apperently couldn't get the hospital to give her results of the blood work and how nothing seemed to be going her way. Daddy bear was protecting the cub. There was that damn blurring vision again, the god damn tears filling her eyes leaving her seeing two distorted figures. Everything. Made. Sense. Look at how you let them see you cry Zai... Didn't you say you wouldn't.. So instead she gave them a smile, even allowing them the opportunity for a laugh. Oh now we were getting into the goods. She cackled, like the evil witch she was. Oh but it was too much she needed air. Once in, twice in before yet another cackle, echoing through the cramped space. Oh man, she replied, wiping the corners of her eyes with her knuckles, sparing as much eyeliner as she could. Her stomach ached as she grabbed against it. Oh this is too good. Jokes on me! Where's Ashton telling me I'm punk'd? Lets bring out the cameras now, she said almost yelling. Oh wait, she interrupted, that oh so familiar laughter sounding the room once more. She wouldn't allow any- either one of them to speak this time around. Let me guess. You're not recording this either?! Like how you can't find the blood work or any witnesses, or any evidence against the prick standing behind you? Just my luck! Goodness. You got me good. Father and son. Best of both worlds! The sarcasm oozing from her mouth was delicious she was stumbling over her own words. Brain processing the situation much quicker than the words could form. It was their fault anyways. Daddy-o there though it'd be okay to demand she left without her saying anything? Man did he had it wrong. Oh so wrong. Never had she fully enjoyed the pleasure of talking shit directly at someone before. What a beautiful feeling it was! It was always her taking, always Zai taking damage. Broken, beaten, bruise after bruise... Oh goodness. What a beautiful reunion! All we need is mother now. Mr. Liar Douglas, Rapist Douglas Jr., and God forbid what mom is. Maybe she's off having an affair. Spreading her legs for god knows who! Oh, oh! Maybe she's off having y'know CONSENSUAL SEX with someone! Where is she? Call her up. She needs to know what a fantastic job her husband is doing, threatening an-, she raised her hands to form quotations with her fingers. ' Alleged rape victim ' and how's she's done an amazing job raising a rapist of a son! Taking the chair from behind her, she so kindly pushed it in back under the table in its rightful place, giggling. This is gold. Her heels, thudded against the as she marched over to the opposite side of the room, knocking twice against the window, though only seeing her reflection. Who ever was behind it had to think the whole situation was bullshit because crap like that wasn't possible. Don't you agree? She smiled, cheeks burning in delight. Any hope she had, any light of justice telling her that she had the chance to win this fight so that horrible things like this was one step closer to ending had been, without a doubt, shattered with two words, 'hi' and 'dad'. A joke. The whole situation just a joke to make her look like a god damn fool and sure enough she felt like one. And as bad as her conscious was tell her to fight it and that she could win, her heart- that piece of shit organ was well her it was impossible. Not only had the fucker of an officer threatened her but there was absolutely no evidence Cole did it now. She could feel the need to puke. Not that she could at that point. Her body trembled violently under the black trench coat. Nauseous feelings arising each burning second she spent in that interview room. Karma, she began softly after her riot of laughter. Reaching for her bag on the table, she adjusted the straps to get ready to go. Karma's a sour, brutal bitch. Whether you believe in her or not. Sometimes she bites off more than she can chew on pathetic, barbaric, cowards like you. A chain of mishaps leaving you wondering 'why is this happening to me?' With her bag over her shoulder, her attention the averted to the officers' son. You know what you did Cole. You know how many times you punched me. You know how you threw me across the room, how you forced that bottle into my mouth. You know how angry you were. You and you three junkie friends. Remember it, Zai said through gritted teeth. Remember my god damn face well. BOTH OF YOU. Her voice loud and stern, echoing loudly throughout the room. Let it haunt you Cole. Let it invade your dreams. Let it burn at your mind. You know what you did. The five of us will remember what you did. What really went down that night. How all you could have done was leave me the FUCK alone like I asked you to on several occasions. There was nothing left in her that could have possibly taken anymore of the moment. I'm not like every other woman you've abused like this Cole. I'm not like the other women you've taken advantage of and got too scared to own up to and used your precious daddy's power to cover up your story, Cole. She wasn't leaving because she was demanded to. Azairah was leaving because she WANTED to leave. Because if she stayed any longer... one of them were going to get hurt and she'd be in jail instead of Cole and there was no way in hell she'd allow either of them that pleasure. Not after how worn down they'd made her. And when word gets out my dear rapist... When the real story gets out because the pressure is just TOO MUCH - When you've gone through the pain that I've felt DAY IN AND DAY OUT since you r-... raped me..? I pray no one's there to save your sorry ass. No daddy to tell you it's okay. No mommy to coo and comfort you. Just your world crashing down before you. Drowning. Suffocating. Just. like. me. With just those words she turned on her heel and swung open the door to the interview room and making her exit. There was nothing like a good ol' slam to help release the anger so furiously pent up deep inside her.It wasn't over. It was far from over. Should her justice come about another way? So be it. She'd take the offer in a heartbeat of it meant taking away everything Cole Douglas and his father loved. Job or status. How was it so convenient that everything was lost...? How was it possible all evidence, and every witness didn't see her telling the guy to fuck off. There had to be at least one person... Someone who was watching... There was always someone watching. There just had to be. Be patient...