Brink: Chapter Three

"Welcome Miss Bartel, take a seat."

My watch ticked on marking yet another hour spent in the station.

Another hour that could have been spent doing anything else.

I’m serious...

Anything else.

But no...detectives need to ask me questions they could answer themselves just to see if they could get a damn reaction out of me.

I soft sniffle escaped my lips

Play it up...

Tears filled my eyes

That’s what my dad always told me

My sun gold blonde hair fell in a mess in front of my face.

You’re a small blonde girl.

I started to tremble as I met Detective Kielan’s eyes

People will protect you because you look like you need it

“I was just trying to help. You have to believe me...I was just trying to help.”

Tears tend to push people out of their comfort zone and will turn their compassion towards you.

Wetness trailed down my face, to my throat and stopped at my collarbone.