Chapter 6: Questions and an Attempted Escape
"Why did you and my mother put me in an orphanage?" Stella asks.
"Your mother was eighteen years old and couldn't raise you with the amount of money she had."
"Where were you? Did you even know about me?"
"Yes. I… left her when I found out she was pregnant."
"And when exactly did she die?"
"Last night."
"How do you know? Unless… you were there, weren't you? You probably killed her too," she accuses.
Her father remains quiet. "Don't you work at crime scenes? Do they have any evidence against me?"
"I have no idea. I know Mac had a case, slit throat, I think. They might not have identified the victim yet. Or maybe they did know something; Mac wanted to talk to me about something. He wouldn't say what it was, just that I wasn't in trouble," Stella tries to move into a more comfortable position, which was difficult when she was tied to the bed.
"What would you have done if you had met your mother or me?"
"I don't know. I'm so used to being on my own; it would be easy to just forget you."
"Your mother stayed in contact with the Father at the orphanage. She knew you worked for the police in New York City," the man watches her. "I guess she still wanted to protect you."
She keeps quiet, thinking that over. "Did you kill her or not?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Witnesses aren't as believable as evidence. If they don't have anything, they won't try you."
"But you're a detective."
"But they, the defense, could twist it to say I was lying because I was mad at you for abandoning me."
"Yes, I killed her," he stands, temper rising.
"Why?" Stella pushes. "Why did you kill her? What did she do to you?"
"Nothing. I just did it," he throws a glass lamp at her. It narrowly misses her head. "You. I was angry because of you."
"What did I ever do? I just met you an hour ago," Stella tries to make herself as small as possible, hoping not to get hit by flying objects.
"You existed."
"Calm down," she works at the knot binding her.
The dark-haired man leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.
She relaxes, mind still working on an escape. He'll kill me if I don't get out of here. Mac may not find me for a few days. Finally, the rope comes undone, and she is free. Quickly and quietly she moves to the window to see how far the drop is. Guess I can't go that way. There was no way she could get down at least twenty stories without injuring herself.
She goes to the door and opens it and tiny bit to see where he is. I'm trapped. The man sat on the couch, watching the TV. She closes the door, then opens it and walks out with a sudden idea.
"How'd you get out?" he doesn't make a move to tie her back up.
"Easy: I untied the rope."
"And you didn't escape?"
"It's at least twenty stories out the window; I can't get out that way," Stella sits in a chair. "Besides, you could've realized I was gone and come outside to get me when I reached the ground."
"I haven't heard anything about you missing," he points to the TV.
"Unless they can give a description of you, it's worthless. Half the time it's helpful to the kidnapper. Without knowing your motive, they wouldn't."
"Let's talk about you. Dating anyone?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Yes. I'm not in a relationship."
"So do you like this Mac guy?"
"Why do you care? You haven't cared about me my whole life; you don't have to start now." She runs to the door, hurrying to unlock it.
He grabs her wrists, stopping her from leaving. "It was your mother who gave you up. She told me your name and where to find you right before I killed her."
A/N: I gotta type this quick because it's storming here and I shouldn't be on the computer. Last night episode... I'm relieved that Stella is negative, Mac was being an... well I'm not going to say it, and for some reason after seeing him get all mad at Stella and Adam, I think he should have pushed they guy off the roof so he would get fired. Also, I will admit it, that lady without eyelids was kind of gross. Normally I think the dead people are cool but that was kind of sick. I really can't wait until next week. So it says on CBS that Stella is forced to remember painful memories when Valens comes to the lab and says that he has evidence that she killed this person. Hm... that reminds me that I need to update my other story. I'll do that tomorrow. We get to dissect a chicken wing tomorrow to learn how to use the tools for the rat dissection next week in bio. On Providence last night, it was the series finale and everyone looked like they were about to cry. Syd was getting married and moving to Chicago with Owen, so I can understand part of the sadness. Or was the whole cast sad because it was the last episode? Saturday I have to be at school by six-fifty in the morning for band. We have states and that is entirely too early to get up on a weekend. I'm gonna shut up now. Please review.