Chapter Twenty Six- Interviews re-open Old Wounds

“So you’ve been missing for how long?” The officer asked, his cap low on his face. I sighed, getting comfortable in the seat.
“Is it normal for me not to be able to see your face?” I asked.
“That’s not something you need to be concerned about. Now. How long?” He repeated.
“Um, almost a month.” I said. The officer nodded.
“Right, and who were your captors?” He asked. I shrugged.
“Beats me. They weren’t stupid. I was blindfolded most of the time.” I lied confidently. The officer sighed.
“Can you describe their voice?” He asked. I nodded.
“Manly. Very manly.” I retorted. The officer frowned.
“It almost seems as if you want to protect your captors.” He growled. I shrugged, leaning forward.
“They let me go, didn’t they? Why should they be arrested?” I asked. The officer shrugged.
“I don’t know. Because they kidnapped you in the first place?” He asked. I sighed, leaning back into my chair.
“I went to the hospital on November twenty-ninth because I landed on a mirror and the shards became stuck in my skin. When they were removed, I stayed in the hospital over night. I became paranoid, and someone came in to talk to me. I didn’t see them though. They asked me if I felt safe. I told them I didn’t. So they took me away from the hospital. I lived with them and was introduced to a world I never thought existed. I helped some of them get over their pasts and move on. They ditched their old ways and are now civil members of… society. I love them to death even to this day for helping me when one of them became corrupted and insane, and trapped me in a room. I was frightened when I couldn’t escape, but someone helped me get out. I was then kidnapped by another group, then escaped with the help of… of a guy… He saved me and I left him back in his apartment. I returned home with the help of someone else I knew and I’ve been happily at home ever since.” I explained. The officer nodded. I sighed, standing up.
“And Ryan, next time if you wanted to use a surprise attack, I think it’d be best if you actually wrote my story down or put a tape in that recorder.” I stated. Ryan smirked, taking his hat off. He stared at me as he stood up as well.
“Well, did you think I was going to let you go that easily?” He asked. I sighed, rubbing the back of my head.
“You know, I was seriously hoping you would.” I stated. Ryan glared at me.
“You’re being a smart ass.” He growled. I smirked.
“What can I say? Josh kind of rubbed off on me.” I stated, my glamour fading away. Ryan smirked as he lunged towards me. I glared at him, holding up one hand.
“Stop the enemy, pin him to the ground.” I ordered. Ryan growled as his body suddenly collapsed and his arms and legs were pinned to the ground by an invisible force. I sighed, walking around him.
“Ryan. Leave me alone. I know I apparently look like your ex lover, but you need to realize that I’m not her. I’m Taylor Marie Vandenberg.” I said. Ryan gritted his teeth.
“But you are her… You’re Elizabeth… Elizabeth Jane Wielder.” He moaned. I shook my head.
“No. I’m Taylor. And the sooner you realize that, the sooner we can all move along. Don’t make me kill you Ryan.” I stated. Ryan gritted his teeth again, leaping up. His eyes turned their vampiric colour as he dashed out at me. I shook my head.
“Ryan… Don’t make me do it…” I muttered. Ryan didn’t stop. I sighed.
“bullet. Ultra violent type. Surround him.” I ordered. About a million bullets hung in the air, all surrounding Ryan. He clawed at the wall, growing angrily. I shook my head.
“I’m sorry Ryan, but you need to calm down… and if the only way you can calm down is ending up with your Elizabeth, then so be it. I’m sorry.” I said calmly, lifting my fingers up.
“Bang.”

I exited the room quietly. No one had heard the quarrel inside. I looked up at Spencer who stood by the door quietly.
“Thanks for the heads up. I’m sorry, but you’ve got some cleaning up to do.” I stated. Spencer nodded, turning away and entering the room. I walked back outside, sighing as I stared out into the sky.
“New years is tomorrow, isn’t it? Weird… It’ll be the sixteenth new years that I’ve been single…” I muttered.