Surrender to Me

Person of Interest

I sit in the back of a cop car, the metal of the handcuffs cutting into my wrists. Two officers sit in the front seats, the fat one at the wheel, the skinny one in the passenger seat, laughing to each other. The car starts to slow in front of a red light.

"You can just drop me off here. I'll walk." I say, fingers dancing on the cuffs. Skinny turns around and smirks at me.

"Stop struggling. No point resisting arrest. You should know that you're pretty familiar with being arrested."

"The only reasons why I'm struggling are one because I didn't do anything. And two, because these," I pause and hold up my cuffed hands, "are too tight." The cuffs jangle and dig into my skin. Fatty laughs and the car rolls forward as the light changes to green. Sighing, I rest my hands back in my lap and my fingers go back to fiddling with them.

After a couple of minutes, the radio buzzes and a voice comes on through the walkie-talkie.

It has been confirmed that the suspect you have captured is indeed, not responsible for the crime. She is free to go.

Both officers sigh. Fatty pulls the car over and Skinny starts to talk to me.

"Ok. You're free to go. I'll just un cuff..." he begins, but when he turns around, I'm already gone.

I walk up a set of stairs that lead to the penthouse. Which is on the third floor.

I reach the single door on the level and turn the handle, putting my weight of the creaky door. After some complaining, the door opens, revealing a large apartment. Two boys sit opposite each other, a chessboard between them.

Both are 16 years old, though while one has curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes, the other has short, spiked brown hair and hazel eyes.

I walk in and shut the door behind me. The blonde boy, Ollie, looks up and gives me a smile, before going back to making a calculative move against Cameron.

I dump my backpack against the wall and collapse on the couch.

"Long day?" a gravelly voice says. I let out a muffled groan and roll onto my back. My older brother, Randi, stands above me, a grin making his near black eyes sparkle with glee. Muscle pulses beneath his white shirt, matching his tall figure. It doesn't take much to know why all the girls go crazy around him. His black hair flops over one eye as he moves his head to glance at my hands. "Arrested again?"

The cuffs are still around my wrists, though the chain between them is broken.

"Who got arrested?" a light voice comes from the kitchen, and a girl with long dark hair but bright green eyes steps into the lounge room. Rosabelle could have any guy she wanted, with her slim figure and gorgeous features.

"I didn't get arrested." Randi looks pointedly at the handcuffs. "Ok, I got arrested." I huff, "But only as a person of interest! And they let me go."

"Here, give me your hands." Randi sighs. I hold up my hands and he breaks off the remainder of the cuffs.

"You are dead meat Ollie." Cameron grins from the chessboard. "Check!" Ollie laughs for a second and studies the board for thirty seconds, before moving one piece.

"And that, my friend, is checkmate." he smirks, standing and stretching his arms before walking over to me. Cameron still sits in front of the board, contemplating how he lost.

"Cameron. Kitchen. Now." Rosabelle quips, turning on her heels.

"Why me?" he groans, getting to his feet.