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╔════════════════════╗Jame sat on a metal chair in a dark room right in front of a table. A small light hung above his head, only eliminating the close surrounds of it. Across from him was another chair. An empty one. One waiting to be sat in by one of the detectives. At the moment, Jame felt... Lost in a way. Like he had no idea who he was. Within seconds of a gun shot, it was like everything he ever was was ripped away from him. Gone in a flash... He felt empty. Just as empty as that chair.
He kept his head down, staring into his lap as he waited, the cuffs around his wrists felt cold and pinched when he moved them. The sound of a door opening alarmed him and he raised his head. Blue, soft, and scared eyes met the detective's brown and somber ones. "Mr. White." The detective said as he took a seat, glancing down at the papers in his hands before looking up to find Jame was looking back at him. "I'm detective Whyler." He said as he pulled a pen from his coat pocket, keeping his eye on the younger male as he continued to look at him. He looked back down at the papers for a moment, reading over them once more before looking back up at the other male. He sighed softly and put the papers on the table, putting his finger to the bridge of his glasses and pushing them up. He folded his hands together then rested his elbows on the table.
"The victims were your brothers, correct?" Whyler asked as he looked at Jame, waiting for him to answer.
His blue eyes shifted to the edge of the table on his side, looking away from the detective. "Step brothers." He replied in a soft voice, moving his hand slightly and wincing as the cuffs pinched him once again. Whyler, realizing this, looked up at the guard and motioned him to uncuff Jame. Once that was done, Jame brought his hands up in front of him, rubbing his wrists slightly as he glanced up at the detective, a somewhat thankful look in his eyes. Whyler nodded his head to him before continuing. "And what might you say was your relationship to them?" He asked, his left eyebrow raising somewhat. Jame looked down again as he heard the question, unsure of how to answer. He knew what kind of relationship they had. But did anyone else? Whyler, feeling impatient, pressed the question. "Was it good or bad?" "Good." Jame responded rather quickly, still looking into his lap as he rubbed his right wrist, lowering his hands under the table before glancing up again.
Whyler nodded. "Tell me about them." He said, leaning back in the chair as he looked at the male who seemed very uncomfortable. And he was. Even with the handcuffs off, Jame still felt so confined. Like he couldn't go anywhere. Which he couldn't but it was like he couldn't even escape his own thoughts... Thoughts of them. Whyler's demand only made that worse... His blue eyes stayed down, staring into his lap as he kept silent. Not wanting to talk about them. "Levi." Whyler said suddenly, leaning forward again as he watched Jame. Jame felt his shoulders sink lower and he looked off to the side. "Levi..." He repeated, lifting his head up, staring at the wall.
"Levi is an ok guy. Not someone you'd want to piss off... Very protective of me." He said, his blue eyes glued to the wall. Whyler nodded slightly at that as he looked at Jame, watching him as he just stared at the wall. "And Marcus?" He said, still watching him. He caught the small twirk in the corner of Jame's mouth when he said that name. He smiled?
Jame did smile. Marcus was always able to make him smile... Even when he wasn't there. "Marcus is... Marcus. The best guy anyone could meet." He said with a sweet tone. In a way, it seemed tainted. Jame knew he was gone... But still hoped he was there...
Whyler felt confused. Jame seemed so attached to these two. Like he really did care for them. Why would he kill them? All the evidence pointed to him being the killer. He was found covered in their blood, the gun his hand. No one else had even touched the gun... Whyler remembered that one of the paramedics said he was even curled up next to them, weeping... Again he asked himself. Why would he kill them? Jame's eyes shifted to the floor as the silence stung his ears. He wanted the detective to say something else just so it wouldn't be so quiet... Though after he spoke again, he wished he hadn't...
"Tell me about your relationship between your brothers." Whyler said as he crossed his arms against his chest. As Jame looked up at him, he almost seemed like some warden demanding that he tell him all about his brothers... It was scary in a way. Looking down into his lap again, he began twirling his thumbs in nervousness...
"You can't tell anyone about this..."Those words rang in his head again and again as he thought of Marcus...
"Its our secret..."Jame gulped softly before answering. "I- I can't..." He said in a soft voice as he kept his eyes down, focusing on his thumbs as they twirled around each other. Whyler raised an eyebrow at that. "Why is that?" He asked, once again leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, his hand folded together as he gave the younger male a curious look.
Jame didn't move nor did he speak. He didn't want to answer that. Whyler sighed slightly. "Jame," He said as he looked at him, getting him to at least glance up at him. His blue eyes peered up for a brief moment when he spoke. It seemed like the detective was going to bribe him or something... He sighed and looked to the side again. "Because..." He began, looking back at his hands as he twirled his thumbs still. He felt shakey. And very nervous now. "I- Its a secret..." He felt so childish saying that... How stupid he must've sounded. He felt a soft blush grace his cheeks out of embarrassment. And Whyler caught that. "A, secret?" Whyler repeated, confused still. Jame nodded slightly, still not looking up.
The detective sighed then looked over to the Mirror/window off to the side of the room where he knew people were watching. Glancing back to Jame who still hadn't moved, he got an idea. "If you knew no one else was watching, would you tell me this secret?" He asked in hopes that would work.
Jame's head shot up and he looked at the detective with a slight confused and almost shocked look. He couldn't tell him... Why would he even want to know? Jame looked back down quickly, feeling even more embarrassed now... He knew the detective would have to know... And perhaps only he would if they were alone. Of course he knew people were watching from outside the window and through the cameras... He would prefer it not be brodcasted to the entire world. "O-Ok..." He said shyly as he glanced up at the older male for a moment, giving an innocent and almost scared look...
Whyler gave a smile when he said that and nodded. Getting up from the seat he walked out of the room to speak with one of the other detectives about getting a private room that would only be monitored by him and only him... As he did this, his mind wandered into the possibilities of this little secret... He didn't know why but... It intrigued him...
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