i do not own any of the characters in this story except Michelle Perkins, Mr. &Mrs. Perkins, Joseph and Andy Perkins, Jefferson and Henry... well, you know what I'll just tell you later if i introduce other characters that are mine... i just don't want to infringe on copyright laws or something like that. I make No profits from this! I swear!

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Chapter eight

(Michelle's P.O.V)

Next morning was a blur. I remember waking up and slipping into black corduroy pants and a pink blouse, before running my hands through the sleeves of my black jacket. I ran through the pouring rain and was quite thankful when i reached my car. After what seemed like a few minutes drive, i arrived at the centre. Still in my zombie-like trance, walked in the office and knocked on Jefferson's door. i heard foot steps reaching the entrance and the door flew open with my boss standing under the door frame. We stared at each other for a while, and I'm pretty sure he could see the anger burning in my eyes.

I finally spoke in a deep, deadly voice. Very calm... It terrified him, i could tell.

"Jefferson... Next time your WIFE is too LAZY to do a job..." i paused. "Get someone ELSE to do it!"

I left my boss dumbfounded in front of his office and marched towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" he asked cautiously.

I spun around in my heels and looked him straight in the eye and answered harshly:

"Unlike some people," i threw an accusatory look at Irene who was now standing next to her husband(or shall i say dog?) as dumbfounded as he was. " I always finish what i start."

I then marched away, the click of my heels trailing behind me.

I once again got into my car and sped down the road.

After riding for thirty five minutes, i saw blue, white and red lights flash behind me. I grunted at this and came to a halt at the side of the road.

I saw a police officer get out of his car and make his way to my window.

i lowered the glass separating him from me and asked in the most polite tone i could muster:

"Is there a problem officer?"

I wanted to get this over with quickly. The idiot was getting water in my car.

"Do you know how fast you were going, Ma'am?" he said with a thick Texan accent.

"No officer, but i guess it was quick or else you wouldn't be stopping me."

" Hmm, you're smart" he said while patting his greyish blond moustache.

"Thank you sir. Now are you going to give me a ticket?" i asked impatiently.

He barked a phony laugh.

"HA! It's the first time i see someone anxious to get a ticket!" he said while scribbling on a white peace of paper. "May i see your drivers license?"

"Certainly." i shoved through my coach purse and pulled out my drivers license. I quickly handed it over to the police officer and waited. He didn't seem to mind the rain pouring down on him while he made me my ticket. He even asked in a conversational tone:

"So where are you heading in such a hurry?"

"Shelby court house."

He looked up at me handing me the ticket and my license.

"Lawyer?" he asked with a questioning glance.

"Hypnotist."

A startled look came across his old features. Everyone was surprised when i claimed my profession as hypnotist, to them hypnotism was just a magic trick. Only the people who worked in that domain knew it was no such thing. Hypnotism is a very deep side to psychology. You need to be receptive to the client and they must feel comfortable around you. Then, because they are in such confidence, they don't mind letting go of themselves and go into a state off trance,not sleep, like most people think. The only problem is that it doesn't work on people who are conscious of the hypnotism and won't let themselves go. That's why us hypnotists must create an atmosphere of either confidence or submission, making the patient believe they have the higher power.

"So what are you doing at Shelby Court house then? A pretty lady like you shouldn't be around the people there."

Pfft... Pretty lady... It's funny how men think they can get any answer they want from a woman as soon as they complement her. Well, i guess it doesn't matter if i do tell him anyway.

"Well, Officer, i am supposed to be interrogating a criminal right about now about a boy he is holding captive somewhere."

His eyes widened, understanding that he was wasting my time.

"Oh! Well go right ahead! And good luck!"

"Thank you officer."

AT THE SHELBY COURT HOUSE

I took up a brisk walk once up the infinitely long stairs and walked directly into the Holding Cells, an indescribable force pushing me forward. I passed the reception and made my way to Manchola's cell. He was standing there, his back facing me. He seemed to be drawing something on his stone wall.

I let my presence known by letting out a loud and powerful :

"Mr. Manchola."

He slightly jumped at the power of my voice and turned his crazed eyes to me. When he saw me, he , like last time, licked his lips and said:

"I would have thought, considering your last experience, that you wouldn't be coming back Mrs..." He drifted off, not knowing my name, being raised as a polite woman, i completed his sentence:

"Perkins. And as you can see, you thought wrong, Mr. Manchola." i said in a deep voice that i hardly recognized as mine.

I could feel my anger fuelling me, giving me strength. Enough of this bullshit.

"Now, Mr. Manchola I'll go straight to the point... Where is the boy?"

I could feel a pair of eyes burning holes in my back but i was so deep in my "zone" that i didn't turn around to flip the person off.

"Boy? You mean girl?" he said, slightly confused by my knowledge.

"Don't play dumb with me Randall, where is he!"

Another flicker of shock passed through his charcoal eyes. But he recovered quickly, only to place on his face a wide, toothy grin, finding pleasure in my anger.

"I have no idea what you are talking about..."he said slyly.

For a second, i felt something writhing within me.

You want anger? I'll give you anger fuck face!