COLBY POV
We laid in bed, back on Sam's island, I loved it here, I missed my parents still sometimes, my mom was always nice, my dad always treated me well, and I killed them in return, at least they never knew what horrible monster I am.
"Sam? Colby?" I heard Detective Taylor's voice ring though the place, I tensed,
"Sam we need to leave, now!" I said, jumping up,
"No" Sam said, he grabbed my arm, dragging me through the house to Detective Taylor.
"Dude it's been too long" Sam said giving him a browser hug, what the fuck is going on?.
"What the fuck" I said
"Colby meet Brennen or Detective Taylor, the Atlanta Ripper" Sam said, I stood stunned, he... He was the Atlanta Ripper, the detective,
"Poor thing, the cop thing was a cover up" Brennen said, I nodded shaking his hand.
This was so confusing.
It makes you think, who can you really trust? Who is really who they say they are?
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قصص الهواة"Is this okay?" Stockholm Syndrome Feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.
