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"Do you know any of these?" Sanders pulls out a few pictures on the table.

There were about eight to ten pictures in front of me. I look through them under the heavy stares of The three. The pictures had a letter, the words were all smudgy and blurred while the rest of the pictures were just a house behind a dumpster, a sign shaped like a big 'X' and at the end of it were little 'x''s.

For moments we all went in silence. The sea waves a warning roar, shifting my mind from the pictures. It all reminded me of that damn day when I first met Bennett, and I hated it. I hate this dock, even as the first time I came here I was unlucky enough to be blamed falsely.

Flash

Tiffany, in an unknown area

Flash

'X' Symbol

I let out a sudden yelp that startled the three. They all look at me with hopeful looks as my eyes widen from recalling everything.

"The dumpster!" I spit. Just then sanders and Lee's speakers buzz with an obnoxious sound. They both click on a button and listen to the voice.

"Lee, The Blake's Are here!... I repeat, the Blake's are here!..."

Fuck

the same sentence repeats for Sanders too as we all get informed. Sanders scrambles to pack his stuff. He collects the pictures carefully while stuffing them into his file. He then nervously presses the file to his chest, looking around.

"Lee! Do an old man a favor and hide these somewhere in your car!" He whispers almost loudly into Lee's ear. This guy needs whispering lessons.
Tyler rushes off to his car, hiding the file with his bare hands. Tyler was cute, I'd give him that, I mean he is a bit baby-faced but he's too young to be a police officer, he looks as if he's still in college.

"Alis, lets go! lets go" Logan repeatedly taps my shoulders. His eyes were trained to his right, Bella and Cassandra with a adult man approaches us. He must've been Bennett's father, no one can handle these two annoying women other than the father. I was thankful for sanders being here with us, until now Tyler was the only superhero in this mess.

I mentally grasp all my savage comebacks to launch at Bella's face but they only give a glare and walk away.

"That's it" I shake my head disappointedly as I stand to punch Bella in the face.

"Alis! For the sake of you being a tomboy please don't act rashly" Logan grasps my elbow. His hands felt like a knife cutting into my tender skin.
The Blake's turn at me with a disgusting face. How dare they look at me like that.

"I'm gonna fucking beat the Shit our of her!" I struggle from Logan's grip. "Alissa, they'll surely blame you more if you beat her" he mutters. "She's not worth it" he mutters.
His grip on my arm loosened as I calmed down. Tears prickle in the back of my eyes as I sit down. My head automatically bows as if the worlds weight was on me.

"It's okay" he rubs my shoulders. "Shut up" I tell him. My shoulder scrunch's up as he touches me. I hate tears, they always made me get embarrassed.

"Good evening madam Blake" Tyler pops in. I wipe my face with the end of my sleeves.

"How May we help?" He raises a brow.

"I'm here to see my son! What's it to you?" Cassandra snorts like a pig.

A long black package with yellow tape wrapped around it exiting the bathroom cuts the argument we had. Four forensic scientists carried it, only, It wasn't a package.

This has to be a joke.

Wet trails ran down my cheeks as if my whole body was mourning him. I bury my head into my hands. I hid my tears far too long, I felt as if a heavy burden was thrown on into my back. They enter the body in a hospital vehicle as I got hiccups from crying. My lower lip trembled the more I remember what happened.

"You little bitch!" Bella boldly approaches me. She seizes my shoulders whilst Her face was red from tears.

"Why didn't you die?' She spits into my face. I clench her thin, weak wrist and push her off making her fall to the floor. I poured my anger into myself for too long just like how I did with my tears.

"Why should I die?" I burst out. The whole area is in silence as an audience is waiting for our next move. She gives me the same look she gave ever since she met me.

When did I ever care about haters?