THE INNOCENT PUPPET

Chapter 1

  THAT person had planned this all along. And I didn't suspect a thing.
  THAT person was so close to me.
How can I not notice it!?
 
  As a police officer, I was very sensitive about things around me. THIS was a huge and stupid mistake that I should notice earlier. I don't usually make these mistakes. Actually, I never did. Strange things have been happening to me. Very strange indeed.

*Flashback, 6 months ago*
I woke up in an unfamiliar street. I shivered at the sudden cold air blown into my way when I noticed my surroundings. I was in an alley. A very unfamiliar one.

That's when I realised I went to a new bar with my friends to celebrate my promotion as a police officer. I have worked long and hard for this and I finally got my dream status in the police station.I narrowed my eyes when the thought of getting incredibly drunk crossed my mind. I couldn't have possibly drank that much though. I stood up, a bit dizzy, and rushed towards a wall and pressed my hands against the wall to support myself. I bent my head down and threw up.

My head was about to explode from rushes of pain continuously attacking my mind. The last thing I remembered was the burning sensation of my throat when the alcohol made contact with it. Then I blacked out. I groaned. I shouldn't have agreed to spend the night like this.

Thankfully it was a Saturday so I didn't have to go to work. Who knows the consequences of showing up to work, cheeks red from the process of sobering up, hair tangled up in a knot, and breath reeked of alcohol. Gosh. I might as well put a couple eye boogers in there. Instant cringe.

I reached for my wallet, to take the bus home to freshen up. But I felt nothing. Maybe I left it at the bar? I was about to call the owner but my phone was nowhere to be seen. That's when I noticed the cuts on my hand and the bruises on my legs. What did I do last night?

I hesitantly called my dad to pick me up using others' phone. I can't seem to begin with what kinds of questions he was about to ask. He might even question my safety and not let me move out of my house. (Reminder: I'm 21, dad) However, surprisingly, he didn't question my whereabouts. He didn't even say a word throughout the whole car ride. Weird. Maybe he was facing problems of his own.