抖阴社区r's Block (Complete)

Chapter 6

Once we were behind the locked door of his office, he turned toward me, "You should have come to me, Trina."

I didn't look at him, I couldn't, this is one of the reasons that I didn't run to him all those years ago, I couldn't face him or anyone else after what happened. Alex stands there for several moments just staring at me before he finally makes his way around his desk. He opens the bottom drawer and puts his gun inside before sitting down.

"Sit," he orders, and I do as I'm told. "Sabastian felt strongly about not revealing your name, I guessed. He is worried that what......" He pauses, taking a deep breath before finishing, drawing my attention from my lap to him. I can see the pain in his eyes, but I say nothing. "He's worried that this wasn't a one-time thing. You can tell me what happened, and I can open an investigation, or you can walk out of here and let this continue to happen."

I glare at him as all the blood in my body rushes to my head, anger consuming me, but I didn't let myself blow up at him. "How dare you make me feel guilty for not saying anything? I blamed myself for a very long time and only recently did I go to a psychiatrist, so how dare you sit there and make me feel responsible for the other women he may or may not have done this to?" I was calm, way calmer than I wanted to be at the moment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...."

"Of course, you didn't. Working here on the island you have very little or no experience in this type of crime. You should really brush up on your skills in that area, if you plan on taking this case any further."

"I will make sure to take a refresher course immediately. Are you going to tell me what happened and help me find this monster," he asks, a hopeful expression on his face? I think he wants to catch him just as badly, if not worse than I did ten years ago.

"To be honest, I don't want to think about it anymore, but I also don't want anyone else to go through what I went through, so I don't know." I stand up and start chewing on my nails, my psychiatrist says it's a way for me to comfort myself.

"Alright, I can understand your feelings," He says, making me spin around and glare at him again.

"Just shut up, please, the more you talk the less likely it is that I'll help you. "I pace the floor of the tiny office, still chewing on my nails, while he watches and waits for me to decide rather I'm going to go through with this. Photo's hand from his walls of him in a military uniform, standing with several other soldiers, I barely see them as I drop my head to the filthy carpet below my feet. Files are stacked in every corner of his office, making me wonder how he finds anything. There are several bookshelves also filled with pictures of him from the past and a few newer ones. My psychiatrist says this is a coping mechanism as well, it's called avoidance. I am trying to avoid thinking about this and what it means if I help him, what it means for my sanity.

"You were a Marine?" I ask as I scan the bookshelves, praying he will let me move on from this subject for a moment.

"Yeah, after you left, so did I." That was all he said on the matter, telling me that he wasn't going to let me avoid this much longer.

"It happened the night before I left. After you dropped me off I went down to the docks, you know the boardwalk, where people fish with the gazebo at the very end, my secrete place." My voice travels off as I am taken back to that night. I relay then entire story and wait for him to respond, when he just sits there staring at his paper I start to feel uncomfortable, like he doesn't believe me, which is one reason that I never said anything before.

He clears his throat and looks up at me his expression shielded. He's all business and at this moment I am just another case. "Can you tell me....... what...." He clears his throat again, telling me that he is having a hard time dealing with this. "Can you tell me what he smelled like," He grinds out the last words like he couldn't stand the thought of asking?