Hunted By The Silence

✧Part 12✧

✧𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓟𝓞𝓥 ✧ 1am

He slowly shook his head, "You've always been a sharp-shooter."

"Answer the question," I continued my rampage. He had a blank expression on his face and just looked ahead. As if there was something of interest in front of him. But there was just a dully lit police station.

"You know what? Keep your reason," I huffed and puffed. Then I crossed my arms in front of me.

Branson took a deep breath and turned his face towards me  "Is that why you wanted to steal the phone? So we can talk feelings." he said in a monotone voice, busy rubbing his chin.

 I just took a breather and met his gaze. "What do you think? Answer the question," I whispered. There was a thick layer, of poison between us. That put Branson, in a dangerous place. Because his words held the cure or the mutation.

He twisted his mouth into a crooked smile "She's easier," He whispered. Then  he turned his face towards the darkness. "She has less problems. When I look in her eyes, she's not constantly in survival mode. Unlike you." He took a sharp breath in.  "Look at us. Our backgrounds, I had to run away from foster care with my sister." He started to hiss "I never met my parents." He closed his eyes for a spilt moment.

"Then there's you. Your mom's is a kindergarten teacher. Your brother's is in jail. We needed money, so we linked up with that fork-tongue Diggy"

"Don't you get it? We ooze drama  and trauma. So tell me why I choose a female version of myself."

"Sydney grew up with money, power, and a family. She's  never lacked in life. She had a normal childhood. Something we can only dream about." He flashed me a fake smile.

 I took a  sharp breath. Really sharply.  I looked out the window. I had to stop myself, from snapping his neck. "Did you get the answer you were looking for? Can we get  back to business?"

I remained silent. I don't know what I wanted to hear him say. 

'I couldn't choose between you guys.' Or 'you're the one I want.'

But this? This wasn't what I wanted to hear. It was what I needed to hear. "Yeah. I think I can finally face that  we're done," I said, my tone was sour like a lemon.

Branson sat up straight  and threw his shoulders back. "Okay, its almost 1 a.m. Let's go through the plan."

I feel like I should want to; bury my face, walk out of this car, and cry. But I felt absolutely nothing. I would rather get hit by a car, than cry in front of him.

"Yeah. Let's go through the plan, Branson." My voice was monotone.

"According to their schedule, there's is only going to be  one officer on duty at the front desk. If we sneak past him, we'll be home free," Branson chirped while rubbing his hands together.

I rolled my eyes. "I still don't believe it's going to be that easy." 

Branson took a deep sigh. "Again with your pessimistic attitude."   I held my hands in a surrendering motion. "Fine. But don't say I don't   say I didn't warn you."

He opened the door and had one foot out. "Remember, we'll communicate through texting. Stay in the car."        

I nodded, my head and he walked away.

 Now I'm just left with my feelings....

Ew.

*****

Few  minutes passed by. There was no word back from Branson.

Buzz Buzz

 My phone starts to vibrate. As if right on queue. I opened  up my messages: