~~~Violet POV~~~

I mentally fell to my knees. As I watched Branson disappear into the darkness. How could he not have a chain ball around his ankle, to do the right thing? If I ever get out of this. I will be on a silent warpath.

Then I was snatched back to reality. My heart fell right to my toes. The sheriff's voice boomed through my ears. "What are you doing here?"

Got up to my feet. I didn't say anything. I was hoping he would say something else.

The sheriff's voice booms "What are you doing in here?"

"Oh I was just looking for the bathroom." I said in a monotone voice. While I was trembling internally.

The sheriff started pointing his finger at me "No, you trespassing you have no business. Being in here."

"How could I be trespassing. If you were the one that invited me. I just made the wrong turn" I tried to tilt my head. In a convincing way.

He raised his eyebrow, "Why didn't I see you?"

"I didn't see you either." I challenged him back "What was I supposed to do " I furrowed my eyebrows together, to play off my lie "Pee, my pants? While waiting for your permission." He was frozen like ice at my responds.

I tried to walk out, but the sheriff blocked me. " Follow me. We are going to go to the camera room. So, I can watch the footage. Of what you were doing in here."

I took a huge gulp. If he sees me, in this office stealing those keys. I will get arrested. The sheriff stepped aside. He made a leading-the-way gesture with his hand. It seemed like I was getting it executed with each step I took. Being punished for my crimes like a destitute peasant.

My fear was like a tunnel. The cave walls were caving in, there can be no way out that you can envision.

Nevertheless, I disregarded it and went to the camera room. As we walked, there was a man in the camera room fast asleep. I could hear the sheriff sigh, behind me.

The sheriff hit his hand against. The table.

Boom

The man fell out of his seat, and I jumped at the sound of it. I turned around to see. The sheriff had his eyes closed. As if he was saying a silent prayer.

The sheriff asked this Ray person, "Ray have you been asleep all this time." However, he wasn't anticipating the answer. His tone of voice was contaminated. By a I already, know the answer type of tone.

Ray jumped out of his nap. Then crumbled, like a biscuit on the floor with the chair. He immediately picked up this chair. "Of course not... " Ray stuttered. Then he spilled his coffee. While he was picking up his chair.

I heard another, sigh from the back. Guessing it was the sheriff.

He gawked at the coffee, on the floor. "SSSSorry bossss.." Then he slipped on the coffee. Ray laid flat on his back, like a pancake.

The sheriff tapped, me on the shoulder. I turned around to look at him "LOOK...Violet is there something you want to tell me?" The Sherrif's had zero facial expression.

I lifted my chin and, put my hands on my hips. "I have nothing. To hide." I lied through my teeth.

"Arrogant aren't we ?" The sheriff countered me. He didn't budge at all. He was like a lion, that had his eyes set on his prey. The prey was me.

"Even if I told. You I was guilty?" I took a breath. I maintained eye contact, with the sheriff. "Would you let me go?" The sheriff's expressions were restrained.

The sheriff walked past me. Then walked over Ray. He started typing on the computer.

I was waiting for a response. But it never came.

I looked down at Ray. He was weeping on the floor. I just scrunched my face at him. The sheriff bellowed "Come help me with this stupid thing Ray."

"I'm sorry....." Ray wiped his eyes and made his way. To the sheriff.

I'm sure I heard. The sheriff scoffed, under his breath. The sheriff and Ray aggressively whispered to each other. For a couple of minutes.

I kept hearing the typing sounds, and my heart sped up every time. Then seconds become minutes. Become hours. Long story short they really stretch my time. Like a gymnast.

At one point. I wanted to ask, can I come back tomorrow? But I am skating on thin ice. What am I saying? I am somersaulting on thin ice. This isn't anything new to me. I stay on people's last nerve.

"Wait?!" The sheriff yelled. This is the first time he really raised his voice. "It's blank there is no recording from 3 days till now."

Ray started singing a line of apologies. To the sheriff.

The sheriff's breath started to quicken; he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just leave Violet." I didn't ask any questions.

I slipped right out. The second I left the office. The chilly air hit me. In the face. I looked at the empty parking lot.

THIS JOKER REALLY DID LEAVE

Guess I am walking back home. I looked at, the dimly lit street lamps. I made my way down the road. There was a huge smile on my face, thanking the sky. For the luck that was bestowed upon me. Just my luck it wasn't recording.

Then my phone

Buzz

You're welcome now you owe me- Fortune Teller

I furrowed my brows together. "Who dis?" I said to myself. It was that annoying number.

So, I typed back.

Who are you and what did you do?- I wrote back

Fortune teller- Finally your highness followed back responded.

Fortune teller- you think that footage got erased by accident.

Fortune teller- But watch it. It can re-appear again. If you get slick out the mouth

This person wasn't acting lighthearted, and I had a nagging feeling about that. I wrote back in response.

NO need to make things appear. I owe you

I looked at that message. For a couple of minutes. Then I pressed send, on it. I felt like a wet rag. Cause I knew. I just signed a deal only my soul could cash. Then my phone.

BUZZED

I was scared to read. The next message. But then I did it anyways.

Fortune Teller-Next time, you ignore me.

Fortune Teller-You going to need, to stay in the light to stay safe

Even though I move to the pace of my drum. I knew better than not to take one or least one two step to his drums. I have no idea who's behind those messages or what they want. I need to figure it out and rid myself of it and quickly. But before I do anything. I need to start plotting.

I pulled out my phone and sent the audio to Diggy. Where he agreed to come back. Cause at the end of the day. I did my part. Now Branson has got to return the favor.

Buzz Buzz

My heart started pumping.

I looked at my phone. To see Sydney messaged me

I emailed the audio of Mr. Fine and Mia. I don't care where you are handle before Monday.

I smiled at the message while looking at the moon. Because I knew what time it was. Mia was going to get got.

I listened to the audio all the way there. Like the Itty-bitty Piggy.

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Author's note

Hi guys. A few things came up. I might be out of action. For 2 months. I promise to come back with heat. I don't wat to write rushed chapters.

The next chapter is going, to be pure mess. Which I know you love.

Till next time xoxo