Ok you guys, I have had this story going on in my head for awhile now and I just had to do something about it. Don't worry! I will still be continuing "New Beginnings". I just wanted to try this prologue out. If I get enough reviews and responses then I will continue on with it; so as for now I will just leave it up to you guys if you want me to to continue to write this. This will be darker than "New Beginnings" which I am truly excited for. The chapters won't be as long as my previous story, but I promise at the end of this story it will leave you like the title of the story "Agape". Once again, if you want me to continue, please review and let me know. Thanks guys!

I can't believe I'm stuck here in this room. Who would have thought a broken headlight would have got me in this situation. I should have checked the car I bought off the streets before driving off with it. Then again when you're on the run who has time for that huh? I closed my eyes trying to recollect the events that happened. My life was anything but perfect. One of the detectives placed a water bottle and a sandwich in front of me. He was an older looking guy with white strands already taking over his lock of hair. Sure looks like he needs a vacation due to the fact that he had bags forming under his eyes. Noticing the stains on his perfectly worn out shirt he probably doesn't get laid. Maybe he's still a virgin. I laughed inside. Damn, focus Jacob.

"I'm not hungry." I said sternly having my eyes freely roam around the room trying to avoid the detectives eyes. It looked just like one of those interrogation rooms in the movies. You and an officer having silence fill the air. Waiting for the person to break. I smiled to myself because they can't break someone who's already broken.

The detective was silent for a few minutes. "You might want to start eating because it doesn't look like you're going to be going anywhere anytime soon." He was flipping through some paper in a manila folder. With every flip I started to get frustrated.

I looked down on my lap with my hands balled up into a fist starting to shake. Shit. I shook my head trying to shake my frustration away. That was no help.

"So are you ready to talk Jacob?" The officer in front of me breaking the silence yet again.

My eyes met his eyes and I gave him an intense stare. "What do you want to talk about pig?"

"You calling me degrading names is not going to help you Jake. Do you mind I call you Jake?"

I rolled my eyes. He was trying to overpower me with authority. That was something I grew up to resent. I didn't answer him. To tell you the truth I didn't even know what to answer. We sat in silence for a few more minutes with me looking at the corner of the wall. Trying to fix my gaze on how bad of a paint job these fuckers did. Stupid pigs.

The detective drew out a photo out of the folder and set it in front of me. "Mind telling me what happened here Jake?" I glanced at the photo and closed my eyes immediately. "The man in the picture was brutally beaten. He was so mutilated that you can barely recognize who he is, but we both know who he is, right Jake?" Of course I knew who he was. I was there. I didn't need to see the picture because that was forever going to be in my head. It was like one of those black and white movies you couldn't get away from. "Did you do it Jake? Did you kill him?" Still I gave no answer. I was biting the inside of my cheeks trying to bide myself some time.

"The silence is not going to help you Jake." He chuckled a little bit and I looked at him with curiosity. Where was he trying to go with this? "By this time I expected you to be like any other person in your situation. 'No officer, I didn't do it. Why would I kill a man who's loved me with all his heart blah blah blah.' Then I listen to your sappy story and in the end I say I call bullshit. I've heard every story in the book." The officer had a grin to his face thinking that he's winning.

I had nothing, but hate in my eyes now and it was all focusing on the man in front of me. "He has never loved me!" I shouted back almost growling at him. It took the detective by surprise, but it only took a few seconds to regain his composure again.

He cleared his throat. "I guess you did kill him then." I turned away once again. I already said too much. I closed my eyes trying to calm myself down. I tried to slow down my breathes. "Don't make me do this the hard way Jacob. Maybe I'll just have to ask your little boyfriend of yours. What's his name again. Ah, Seth Clearwater." My eyes quickly darted to him. This bitch was pissing me off.

"Don't you dare bring him in this you son of a bitch." I snapped at him.

The detective had a full on smile now. "Hmm...I don't know. By the way you're reacting Jake it seems like he's somehow fully involved in this. Am I wrong?" He was not tapping his pen on the table. "This man was found dead in the backyard of his house and you're here 1,700 miles away from the scene with your faggot boy-"

I didn't even let him finish his sentence. I shot out the chair I was sitting in and jumped across the table and tackled him to the floor. I got a couple punches in until the tiny room was swarmed with more pigs who subdued me. A couple of the officers finally picked me up from the ground and threw me back in my chair and handcuffed my hand on the table. Once tied up all officers left me alone in the room.

Things weren't looking good for me. I cursed out loud. Things were getting heavy once again. A feeling I was so used to. I leaned my head back and sighed. I would be more than willing going to jail for killing that no excuse of a man. If anything the one thing I do end up regretting is having Seth's involvement in this. With all the things we've both been through; he at least deserves to be happy. I want him to be happy. Even if that isn't without me.

After a few hours sitting alone in this small room a lady detective comes through the door and sits down in front of me. Her looks quickly reminded me of my twin sisters. Same facial structures and same smile. I guess because of that made me feel a little at ease. She pushed over a towel and the water bottle that was left earlier towards me. "Are you going to be a good boy or am I going to have to keep you tied up?" I just nodded at her and she unlocked me. I massaged both my wrists due to they handcuffed me pretty tightly.

I looked down at the items that was pushed over to me. "What's this for?"

She looked at me strangely. "Jacob, your face is covered with blood, scrapes, and bruises. The officers went a little too far. Doesn't it hurt?"

I didn't answer her, but shrugged it off. I grabbed the towel to start tapping my face. I could tolerate pain better than most people. I guess that's what you get for having what kind of life I've had.

"My name is Detective Johnson, Jacob. We have a dead man who needs to be accounted for, your mother is missing, and you and Seth are on the run."

I nodded in agreement.

"Why are you running? You know that only makes you look even more guilty. To be honest, I don't think you killed him."

I shot her an angry look. "Please spare me your pity. You have no idea of what I'm capable of. Do you have any idea what kind of things this man has done to me?"

She leaned back into her chair and folded her arms across from each other. "You're definitely right. It seems like you have a story you want to tell and you obviously need someone to listen to you. Start from the beginning." Her eyebrow was now raised. "And hopefully by the end of your story we would figure out who killed Billy Black."