The gate locked behind me, I turned around slowly. My voice began to crack “Kaetta, what are you doing?” I reached in my pocket to find my access badge missing. Startled and panicked I cried out “Open the door.” But she only stared at me, with a look I never seen before. I banged on the door “Kaetta!” I demanded. She began to sit on the suspect lap. “KAETTA!” I punched the shatter proof window. She reached in her pocket, pulling out a small thick combat knife she must’ve stolen from my desk. “KAETTA!!!” My knuckles began to bleed hitting the window with full force. Just then radio static came in.
“Sir….it….it..” I couldn’t make out what was being said. I cradled the radio as close to my ear as possible. “Officer Lawrence….Ka…..isn’t her…name..” My hand began to shake, my eyes fixated on the scene unfolding in front of me. As she sat on the suspect’s lap, and began to put her hair down, from the perfect sock bun she maintained, into two pigtails. She slowly wiped off the makeup from her face with a sanitizer wipe she kept in her cargo pocket. Sitting on his lap, head tilt, not saying a word as he looked at her confused, sweating, slowly hyperventilating. She began moving the knife from his face downwards toward his groin. The sweat dripped from his overweight face.
I released the radio from my ear, dropping it by my combat boots. “Kaetta….don’t.” I pleaded one last time pressing my head against the window. I noticed my badge hanging from her pocket.
“He can’t…..” She whispered.
“Can’t what??” I inched forward close to the tiny circled, window holes to speak .
“It isn’t fair…” She answered as if in a trance.
“Stop….” I knew his life wasn’t worth saving after what he did, but hers was. She dug the knife in his thigh as he groaned.
“HE NEEDS TO PAY!.” She shouted in despair.
“STOP!” I don’t care about him, Kaetta….I…” I felt a lump begin to form in my throat. She tilted her head to the other side. Exhaling. “I care about you.” She turned her head slowly back towards me, freezing the knife in its place as he shivered in fear.
“And who cares for those girls.” She whispered. “My FRIENDS!” Tears falling down her face, unfreezing the knife.
“NO Kaetta!”
She shoved the knife this time in his abdomen. He screamed in agony but she replied “They screamed too, didn’t they?”
