Chapter 43
"Â Holy moly, puberty hit you like a bull"
Rochelle Quinn's POV:
- Warning: Descriptions of violence and murder. Implication of abuse. Please reading the authors note at the bottom-
"Why am I here, Dawson?" I repeated the question for the trillionth time, pulling my hands against the unnecessary restraints tying my hands to the table rail.
His stare was cold as he caught my eyes, "Jessica Parker was found dead late last night in her home."
My blood ran cold as he spoke her name, recognition decorated my mind and I fought relentlessly to stop my demons reincarnating inside my head.
Dawson glanced at me with a curious expression on his face, tilting his head slightly.
"You really didn't know?"
It came out like a question, rather than a statement. But I knew it wasn't the only question he wanted to ask.
I ensured that my eyes were void while he searched for confirmation in them.
"Do you think I'd be in here if I did?" I couldn't help the sarcastic comment from leaving my lips, "If I knew she was dead then I'd be celebrating."
"Did you kill her?"
Bingo.
There it is.
"If I would've killed her than I'd probably still be in her dungeon cutting her into little pieces."
I need a filter on my mouth.
His eyebrow rose, "Is that what you wanted to do to Oliver Parker? Would you have cut him into little pieces if we hadn't stopped you from torturing a dead corpse?"
I knew that was coming.
I knew it.
"He was a monster. You found that out when it went to court."
My teeth gritted on instinct as I fought to stay in control; I couldn't let him win by showing him the wrath multiplying inside of me.
Like a beast.
Like a monster.
"You're a little devil, you know that?" He spat the words at me- as if I wasn't already aware of it.
"So I assume you remember this man?" He asked sinisterly, placing a photograph in front of me.
I stiffened, suddenly feeling trapped and constrained in the tight handcuffs.
"As hilarious as it sounds, I still struggle to forget him, no matter how hard I've tried."
Believe me, I've fucking tried.
Alcohol, fighting, drugs, sex.
Nothing fucking worked.
That man had haunted my nightmares since I was 11 years old.
He ruined my life so I ended his.
He seemed to take it as a good answer, nodding his head. "I suppose guilt is a bad feeling."
I kissed my teeth, "It's a shame I'm not familar with it."
"You slaughtered this man in cold blood and you don't feel guilty about it?" He looked at me with a look of disgust on his features. "God, you really are evil. Did you go back for his wife too? You tortured her husband and then you decided to torture her too?"
"I didn't kill her."
He was mourning his friend, he was mourning his friend.
You need to remember he wasn't a monster to everybody.
Monsters can be good.
I can be good.
"I didn't kill her." I repeated once again, the memories threatened to invade my mind once again.
But they didn't.
They were both dead.
Both my demons were dead.
"So who did?"
The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Rolling off my tongue as if I had given them permission.
Dawson knew I was scared of them; He knew exactly what they did to us.
He didn't care; None of them cared.
But at them three, simple words, he sent me a small smile.
"I know it wasn't you, Quinn, you're lucky that the person was caught in the act. However, it did show some resemblance to your little murder spree, to be fair."
Don't hit him. Don't hit him.
Just deal with him and then you can leave.
"In fact, it was almost identical to your case. The shrinks have called it emotional abuse, blackmail, extreme manipulation, sociopathic circumstances."
You can leave soon.
You can go home.
"The person who murdered your Foster Mother was Raine Ryan."
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Raine.
Raine Ryan: The perfect child, the favorite, the constant defender.
She adored them. Prayed on the land they walked upon.
"I don't believe you."
He took a phone out of his pocket, clicking on something and placing it in front of me.
The phone showed a girl who resembled Raine, with bubblegum pink hair and a knife in her hand. Her eyes looked empty, similar to how Kenzie's were at times. It was like her soul was gone.
She didn't look human.
A woman lay on the floor; She wasn't breathing.
Dark blood splatters coated her face, making it unrecognisable. Her hair was lifeless and matted, her wrists blue and red.
Mrs Parker hadn't died without a struggle.
I still remembered how her husband fought against me.
Fighting to get out of my hold.
Fighting to stop the blood loss.
Fighting to stay alive.
I did exactly what I had sworn to do.
I killed the monster who harmed my family.
I killed the monster who harmed me.
But at what price?
One year in Juvie wasn't enough to solve the mental state his abuse left me in.
A mountain of counselling sessions couldn't exterminate the demons cascading through the depths of my head.
I had killed my demon, but awakened more.
The events of that night still terrorised my dreams, like a toxin. Constantly taking me back to a place that should never have existed.
I missed being normal.
I missed not being a killer.
I missed having a normal life.
"She's in Court in a couple of days, she wants to see you."
"Is that why I'm here? So you can get me to see that bitch?"
"No." He shook his head at me, an amused smile tattooed onto his lips. "You're here because I wanted you to see what Raine did, I wanted you to know how you looked when I found you slaughtering my best friend. I wanted you to see yourself as a monster."
"Jokes on you then, Dickson. I already know I'm a monster; He used to call me the devil in disguise anyway." I reply bitterly, finally leaning back into the metal chair.
They're both dead.
He stared at me then, a dark glint in his irises.
"Oh my god, you're back."
Holy shit.
Wait for it.
"Holy moly, puberty hit you like a bull."
And there we go.
"How you doing, Rock? Haven't seen you since you blew up the last joint. What've you done now?"
I sent a smirk to Dickson and turned to see Jake's juvenile face watching me, "Just finding out my ex foster mother's been murdered, you know the usual."
He kissed his teeth, "Geez, Rock, that must be pretty hard for you."
"You have no idea." And there we go with the sarcasm again. "Now if you don't mind, can we lose the cuffs? I don't know about you, Dickson, but I don't have a kink for seeing people tied up."
Jake's face morphed into one of confusion while he looked between me and Dawson. I rattled my hands to try to prove that I wasn't joking.
However it seemed like Dickson had other ideas.
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"What the fuck are you doing?! You wrinkly, old fucker. Let me out!" I pounded on the interview room door as Dickson locked me inside. "I didn't fucking do anything, get me the fuck out of here!"
I froze as I heard something move behind me. I turned around.
Bubblegum pink hair and blue eyes.
Raine.
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