The Interrogation Room

This is my only chance I will ever get to redeem my life.
I have a gun.
I have my wit.
I even have my bare hands if I need to use them.

"frankie wait" I hear Gerard shout behind me. I push all my weight on the dilapidated door and let it creak open. I look around, up at the staircase leading to the bedrooms, the huge hallway where I was caught trying to run away...
that's not why I'm here. I'm here to kill them both.
with one hand on the trigger, I continue into the hallway. I hear Gerard running after me. A quick tug on my hand tells me I'm not alone.
"come back for more, huh? Thought you'd had enough?" A voice mocks me from the open cupboard on my left hand side.
"let go of my hand" I say in a pushy tone. "I have a gun" I let him know if he tries to pull any shit on me, I'll kill him.
"well shit, you could try being nice..." He says with a laugh in his sentence. He was either still mocking me or genuinely scared. He steps out the darkness and as soon as I see his face I know this is the guy. Without thinking I pull my gun out of my jacket and point it at him.
"I have police backup here, I wouldn't bother trying to run." I laugh at him, because now I feel like he's the weak one. After all that time. He raises his lanky arms above his head, and I take a step towards him.
"I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to let you live with the constant reminder that you ruined my life. You mentally scarred me, and I don't know if id want to live knowing I did that to someone but you, being the fucking piece of cow shit you are, I wouldn't be too fucking surprised!" I was shouting now. He flinched at my harsh words, which are in fact a harsh reality. I kept noticing him glancing at something behind me. That scared me a bit.

"I hope you know I'm happy. You had your life set on ruining me, but you haven't. I met someone. I love him more that I can ever explain." I saw him cringe again. He was a sexual predator, and me being one of his victims this probably killed him on the inside.
" ohh, you don't like that do you? Yeaahhh, I love him. Soooo much." I taunted him. This was hilarious to watch.
"where's your fat ass douchebag friend then huh?"
"uhh, he. Uh." He wasn't talking to me.
" he killed himself" he tried to say it lightly.
"huh. Don't have to kill him then." I look at the floor and let the fact sink in.
"uh, I think your buttsex buddy is behind you..." He said in a casual, relaxed tone. Like i couldn't kill him right now. He was still looking at something behind me.
"I'm not taking my eyes off you." I said, slightly un nerved because I think Gerard may have heard all of that.
I could hear footsteps on the floor, coming toward me from behind. I glanced to my right, over my extended arm. Sure enough, Gerard was next to me, with his gun pointed straight at him too.
"heyyyy..." I whisper through gritted teeth. How much did he hear...
" so this is the guy...may I ask, is he, or was he, a paedophile?" He asks. A look of dread shot over the tall man's face.
"yep, he is." I answer quickly.
"I guess he wont like it if I do this then?" Gerard sounds really angry.
before I could figure out what he was doing, Gerard's strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back into him, and he rested his chin on my shoulder.
"nooo, he fucking hates it!" Gerard screamed at him.
"how fucking dare you touch my gorgeous little frank, I'll kill you you asshole!" Gerard still had his gun pointed inches from his face. He was so angry.
"we searched the house...theres nothing. Can you two come outside so we can arrest him?" A confused voice said from down the hallway.
we both backed up whilst a few police officers made the arrest. That was interesting... I never know he's so...jealous? I don't know, but I love it.

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