บททั้งหมดของ The Darkest Obsession : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 15

You are a murderer Laurent! I slammed the door shut behind me as I leaped into the quiet dark space that was my home. My hands were still trembling as I stumbled across the path leading to my bedroom door. It was just seconds away but it felt like minutes. The whole of my body burned from the way they had held and pushed me around. I was at the entrance of the room when my legs gave out and I fell on my knees, scraping the skin at the surface. He wasn't breathing. I had checked for a pulse and I didn't feel one. The air around me suddenly became thick. I clutched the front of my dress as I struggled to breathe. It wasn't a nightmare this time. This was real. I had taken a man's life out of my foolish desire for clarity. For a glimpse of the unknown. My eyes burned as I struggled and failed to keep the tears from falling, my breath coming out in short painful gasps. I didn't deserve to cry. All the oaths I took, the training, my pledge to the country. I destroyed everything in minutes

He was mad. If he thought he could just waltz in here, look at me with those pretty blue eyes and kiss me, he was more insane than I thought him to be. Asides being a psychotic murderer, he also appeared to be a whore. A very beautiful whore who knew how to use a sword as well as the knights that existed in the 80s. "And why would I let you do that?" I managed to get the words, ignoring the burn in my throat to say the word I'm sure he wanted to hear."And why wouldn't you?" He whispered as his eyes drifted down to my lips and back."Because you're a mad man."His laugh was almost contagious as it boomed across the empty space of the room, leaving a slight echo to it, "I've been called worst Jude."He traced his thumb on the line of my bottom lip and pulled gently, his eyes never leaving mine. "Officer Laurent..." he paused as if trying to figure something out. "Is that how they say it over at the station?"I sucked in a breath sharply when he wrapped half of his palm around my neck,

Behind the broad oak desk, the captain sat with his black framed glasses, reading the special edition on the Sunny times newspaper. I glanced around the room as I waited for him to acknowledge my presence. Two tall shelves flanked the corners of the room, crammed with aging case files, cracked-spined binders, and outdated forensics manuals no one had opened in years. On the top rack of one of the shelves laid a pack of cigarettes. It would be a hassle trying to reach them from where the Captain sat. I wondered why they were placed there and not on the table, close to him. My fingers were intertwined behind my back as I shifted a bit where I stood. I didn't like it in here. The windows at the side of the room were left open providing the room with ventilation. I shifted my eyes from the window panes beyond the iron bars to the air-conditioner that was mounted high on the wall. Its vents were faced down as it hummed cool air into the space of the office. For some reasons, none of thes