❣Part 12❣

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~~~Violet Pov~~~ 1am

He slowly shook his head, "You have 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. He was busy rubbing his chin. I just took a breather and met his gaze. "What do you think? Answer the question " I whispered, to him. 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 on 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 theirs you. Your mom is a kindergarten teacher. Your brother 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 would, chose a female version, of myself."

" Sydney grew up with money, power, and a family. She has 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. 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?" Branson said

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.'

This wasn't what I wanted to hear. But it was what I needed to hear. "Yeah, I think I can finally face, that  we are done." My tone was sour like a lemon.

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

I feel like I should want to; bury my face, walk out 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 Montone.

"According to their schedule says. There is only going to be 1 officer on duty. At the front desk. If we sneak past him. We will 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." 

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

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

I nodded my head and he walked away. Now I'm just left with my feelings....ewww.

*****

Few  minutes past by was no  word back from Branson.

Buzz Buzz

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

The evidence room is locked-    Branson

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