Disclaimer and stuff.
CSI is obviously not mine. The writers can write so much better than me.
THIS IS THE FIRST STORY IVE WRITTEN IN ABOUT A YEAR, so if my old fans are still out there.. gimme a shout! tell me how im doing
Old habits are hard to break.
That's what Sara kept telling herself every time she picked up a new case of beer. In a way, those words were comforting. They almost freed her of the guilty feeling she got every time she took a swig from a bottle.
Almost.
"Tell us what happened" Sara said in a soft voice. They had been interrogating the 16 year old stepdaughter of victim, Jerry Roberts, for the past two hours.
Jim Brass sat impatiently beside Sara, glaring at the young girl.
Julianna Roberts. Young, depressed and with a stereotypical hate of her parents.
"Just because you don't see any bruises on me, doesn't mean they didn't abuse me" Julianna whispered, avoiding Brass's intimidating gaze.
"You have no idea what it was like living with them. The screaming, yelling…name calling. You didn't have to be psychic to feel the hate in the atmosphere.And the way he looked at me? He was a disgusting pig. I just couldn't handle it anymore. I ran away."
Jerry had been found in his 2 bedroom condo, his throat slit and his eyes ripped out. The stepmother was nowhere to be found.
"Juli, all I need is for you to tell me where you were that night. Just tell me, and you can get out of here" Sara whispered. She didn't know why, but she felt pity for the young girl.
"I don't know! I told you I can't remember!" The girl had had enough. She was hysterical now. Standing up, she ripped her sleeves back revealing deep cuts all along her forearm.
"LOOK WHAT HE FUCKING MADE ME DO! JUST LOOK! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WENT THROUGH. YOU DON'T KNOW AND YOU'LL NEVER KNOW."
The security guard ran over to restrain her just as Brass pushed his chair away violently and stood up.
"Don't try to pull this 'woe is me' bullshit on me, Juli. You're looking for attention, and you're not going to get it from anyone here. Stop wasting our time and just tell us what you know!"
Sara waited until the guard had escorted her from the room before facing Brass.
"What the HELL was that? Brass, that girl needs our help and making her feel worse about herself is not going to make her open up to us!"
Brass gave her a look of utter disbelief.
"Oh, don't tell me you fell for that little routine? The cuts and the pity story were just a cry for attention. They always are."
Sara's face went dark. She wanted to scream at him; Just a cry for attention? If they were just for attention, why hadn't she showed anyone before this? How could he be so close minded?
Not trusting herself to be civil, she stormed out of the room leaving Brass alone and confused.