"The CSI? What are you doing here?"
"We need to have a chat." One of the guys grabbed my arm and dragged me to the living room.
"Where are the chairs?" He asked.
There were no chairs. Just cushions. Once dad left, Mom decided to do things her way. It's a Japanese custom I think. Basically instead of a dining table they have a coffee table. They sit on cushions on the floor. We still have a dining table though. No one bought it. I snapped out of my thoughts as I was dragged into the kitchen. They grabbed one of the guitar strings on the counter. The guy holding me put me in a chair and tied my hands behind my back woth the worst string. The E string. The E string is the thinnest string and if going fast enough can cut somebody's head off. And it doesn't have to be that fast to do it.
"Come on man those cost like 60 cent."
"So? You can easily buy a new one."
"Yeah but it's across town."
I didn't bother struggling cause it would cut into my wrists. I felt sharp pain and warm liquid run down my wrist. Blood. It was already cutting into my wrist.
"What do you want?!"
"Who are you really!?" One of them said.
"I told you! I'm Femi Joyce!"
"How long have you known Maria?!"
"Since I came out of here!"
The guy who wasn't interrogating me looked like he thought of something and whispered something in the other guy's ear.
"You're kidding me right?"
The guy shook his head.
"Do you have a laptop?"
"Yeah in the garage on my desk."
They both ran towards my room. Yes I still live in the garage. It was the biggest room in the house. Me and mom painted it f/C (favorite color) and green. Green was my second favorite color. Me and mom replaced the garage door with a wall. And it looked like a room. After we did that Demi moved out. Mom wouldn't let me get that room because we just finished my room. So it became a guest room. The two CSI agents came back.
"Femi. Your real name is Femi Fuller and you're adopted."