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“I always preferred the children,” he murmurs on a tone of confidence.
Then he passes to the higher level. His hand with the bitten nails settles on the belly of Agnes. I shake myself mentally. I look desperately in my room for something which could help me. I straighten up as best I can, leaning on my dresser, and my eyes rest on an object that glows softly in the semi-darkness.
Agnes screams louder. I must save her. I would do anything for her. Anything.
I grab the pair of scissors lying on the cabinet. My hands are shaking with fear, but also with pure hatred. I turn to them. Seeing my little sister lying on the ground, the man getting ready to undress her, I don’t hesitate for a second.
I rush to his back, my hand in the air.
A scream resounds in my ears. This time, it is not my little sister’s. The scissors dig into the man’s shoulder blade. He swings wildly, trying to push me away, but I can’t let him go. I pull the scissors out of his body and stick them back into his flesh, a few inches further.
A searing pain hits my thigh. My eyes go down as a red stain starts to grow on my clothes. And I understand why: he had a razor blade in his front pocket, and he just sliced me with it. But I don’t care about the pain. Adrenaline is running through my veins. Agnes’ cries help me to hold on.
Then with a last howl of rage, I take out the pair of scissors planted in the back of the stranger and push them with all my strength into his neck.
Blood splashes on me, an inarticulate sound comes out from the mouth of this sick man. He collapses to the ground. My trembling fingers are covered in blood. My vision is still blurred, but I can see his breathing weaken then stop completely a few seconds later.
My crying increases as I fall backwards. I am in shock, I can’t see anything. I can’t see my little sister, but I can feel her throwing herself at me, sobbing. Her little hands grab my cheeks as she says incomprehensible words.
I killed him. I just killed that man.
Does that make me a bad person? I saved my little sister. I will always save her. Always.
***
I wake up with a start, gasping for breath. Sitting up in bed, I feel sweat dripping down my back. I try to understand what’s going on. It takes me a few seconds to reconnect with reality. I examine my room in the darkness.
The moon lights up the small room through my curtains. I rub my swollen eyelids and discover that some tears were shed.
I swallow a grunt as I massage my aching neck, then glance down at my tangled sheets. Papers are scattered all around me. That’s when I remember. I fell asleep while I was studying the case I need to analyze with Tucker. An unpleasant chill runs through my body. This study is going to be difficult.
I can only imagine how the mother and daughter of this psychopath, who is going to trial in just over two weeks, must have suffered.
Ever since Tucker stopped by my house two days ago and things got…off track again between us, I’ve been trying to figure out the damn thing. I know he’s going to get back to me soon to debrief, yet I can only scratch the surface. It’s like my brain refuses to focus, refuses to dive into this case.
A part of me would almost urge me to drop it, to unenroll from this course and take another. But I know that won’t solve my problem. So I have to push myself and move my ass.
I have to move on and let my past heal, even though we all know that scars don’t go away. We know that the most appalling wounds we suffer never close.
***
“Notice to the lambs who have become cubs!”
I startled and put my hand on my heart.
“You scared the shit out of me, asshole,” I growl at TJ, without slowing my pace.
He laughs softly and walks beside me as I head out to my car. He puts his arm on my shoulders and matches my pace.
“Come on, I’m not the big bad wolf…not me.”
I shake my shoulders to get out of his grip and sigh with a falsely defeated air.
“Come on, don’t pout,” TJ says in an almost pleading voice, grabbing my shoulder.
I stop and glare at him. “What do you want this time?”
He raises his eyebrows as if it were obvious, “Well, to talk to my best friend.”
