~~~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

I legit chuckled at the message

Wait what something didn't go to plan - I answered back sarcastically

My phone immediately vibrated

HaHaha...you were right - Branson

I took pity on his soul, so I replied

What do you want me to do?

My phone immediately vibrated rapidly

Message 1: Sneak into a sheriff's office and check keys-Branson

Message 2: But there is a huge problem-Brandson

Message 3: but the sheriff's is sleeping at its good luck-Branson

My mouth fell open at the last message. Then my fingers immediately started firing rapidly

What!No! GO FALL OFF A CLIFF.

My phone immediately vibrated

Message 1: Please I sneaked past the sheriff already please. I'm on the other side of the building. -Branson

Message 2; If I run down the hallway. I will be out of breath and breathing heavily.-Branson

Message 3 : I might wake him up. Please I'm doing it for my sister-Branson

I closed my eyes. Then I remember where his sister is because of me. And I answered him begrudgingly.

Fine. What do the keys look like?

Knock knock

I just jumped out of my seat, at the noise and there was light in my face. I looked, out of the window. And then immediately locked the door

"Hello. It's the sheriff. What are you doing out here?" He was pointing a flashlight into the side of my window.

I rolled my window down. "Oh I'm waiting. On someone." I told him while flashing a fake smile.

He slowly nodded his head " You can come wait in the office. It's dangerous to sit out here."

I maintained my fake smile "I might think about it." The sheriff just gave me, the widest straight-line smile. He walked away

My phone vibrated, and my eyes widened. When reading the message

That's another problem. I just know it's at the desk. I have no idea how it looks. -Branson

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I looked through the window. I was scoping out the office. There was a large wooden key, holder which was hung against the wall. It was right, in front of an empty desk. That's right, there was no sleeping sheriff.

Now I was left with a choice should. I go in or leave it alone. Then I pictured Candy's face, he needs to know why she was out there maybe it will give him a sense of peace.

Then I slowly opened the door. Then I tiptoed into the room. My heart was racing like a car. My skin was crying due, to the stress and tension. I prayed specifically, hoped my tears from my skin, wouldn't make a sound once they hit the ground. It felt like a worm was eating away, inside my stomach.

It felt like I was walking, on cracked ice. When I was making, my way to the desk. I was using the smallest part of my foot, to get to the furthest part of the room.

I took a breath of relief. I looked at the key label's tags. I opened, the left side desk drawer.

Room C ,Room V, QTM , CMD, VEW R

Nothing

The rest of the draws had only paper work. I looked up to make sure there was no one, in the room. Then I stood up. To check the wooden key holder. I was reading, the key tag names

R.CMA612, ADER, GTA, ROOM.M, E. Room

E.Room?

I took the key off the hook and it was in my hand. Does it mean Evidence room?

"HEY HEY! What are you doing here?" A voice scraping the floor bellowed. A gasp exited my mouth. I slowly span around. To meet pale blue bugged eyes, that belong to a sheriff.

I took a breath and allowed, the lie to flow through my mouth. "I was just tired of waiting, in the car. So,I took you up on your offer and came into the office" I kept my face expressionless as possible.

"That doesn't explain why you there though" The sheriff continued

I fended "Well I was waiting on that chair. But you took awhile so I started to walk around the room."

He just slowly nodded his head. "Take a seat then"

I was taken a back by his words "No, it's fine. I overstepped my boundaries. "I rushed out without hearing his responds. As soon as. I bolt, out the station.

Done- I texted

Were you caught you okay?-Branson

No, where should we meet- I texted back

Go to the men's bathroom window. At the east side, of the station.-I read the message

I walked towards the window "Brandson you there?"

"Yeah, you got the keys" Branson whispered yelled, through the window.

"Yeah, I'm throwing the keys in." I threw the keys in the window.

"I got it." He confirmed I tried, to keep my tone neutral

"Please be quick." I departed, with those words to him.

I went back into, the car.

****

I have been sitting in a car for a hour. I tried to send messages, to Branson, but there weren't a respond.

I got out of the car and this plan was going terribly. I peek into the front office window and there were 3 guards and the Sheriff in there. My heart fell, into my stomach was he caught?

I couldn't walk in. What to do?

Then I walked around the station. Then I saw an open window. Leading into a different room. Then a horrible idea popped, into my head. Without thinking about it, though I started moving.

I jumped, through the window. With a large.

Thump

I stopped breathing, to make sure no one heard me. I slowly started crawling. Towards the door. When I heard someone, walk pass. I waited a bit.

I looked down, the hall and it was clear. If my memory serves me right. It's down the hall, on the left.

I quickly crawled, down the hall. I finally got, to the evidence room. I tried to check if it was locked. I slowly opened the door. I walked in and there was no Brandson.

I heard two people, male and a female laughing. At the end hallway. I didn't what to make quick movements. So, they don't hear me. Since Branson isn't here I will sneak back. I see this boy I will ring his neck.

Then my phone started to ring. I froze on the spot. Because they stopped talking.

I didn't even blink because it might be loud enough for them to hear it. I looked at caller ID. To see it was Sydney calling me.

Buzz Buzz

My phone continued to go off. My anxiety was growing, like a monster. I tried to switch it off, but it was too late.

The door swung open. There was a door man. Standing in the frame of the door.

The man bellowed " What are you doing here?"

I tried to answer him, but my voice was caught in my throat. So, I looked away towards the window.

To see a wide eyed Branson on the other side. He looked down at his phone. Looked up and mouthed the words sorry.

Disappeared into the parking lot.

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