I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 49: Third Interrogation
The next few months came and went with Frank mostly keeping to himself. His parents had gotten him on his prenatal vitamins as soon as possible, and have recently been talking to him about getting back into school. In the end they all came to the agreement that it wouldn’t be a good idea for him to go to a public school because Frank was already showing. Neither of the three wanted to risk the chance of Frank getting bullied for being a pregnant male, and in worst case scenario, get into a physical altercation over it. They didn’t want to admit it out loud to each other, but deep down inside all three of them would be devastated if something terrible were to happen to the twins. Their only safe option at that point when it came to Frank’s education and security was to enroll him into an online homeschooling program. So far, he’d been excelling very well with it.
Aunt Edith and Uncle Peter had decided to rent a house in the neighboring gated community not too far from the Iero’s house until the day their future adoptive children finally arrive, but until then they often came over to check up on the progress of their nephew. Frank had always loved his aunt and Uncle to the depth of his soul, but ever since they became the new ‘parents’ over the children he was carrying they’ve been getting on his nerves more and more. All they ever did when they would come over was talk about ‘their’ babies to the family. Frank’s parents may not be sick of it by now, but he sure as hell was. He hated when they’d run their hands over his belly and try to talk to the fetuses sleeping within. It took everything he had to keep himself from ripping his belly away from their hands, and tell them to stop calling the children ‘theirs’. Frank had no idea why he’s been having such a problem with the idea of his Aunt and Uncle raising his two children as their own, but he did. He just wanted to go to his mother and ask her why he was feeling this way, but he was too afraid of the answer she’d give him. What if she told him he was jealous because deep down inside he wanted to raise his own children himself? Hopefully she’d just assure him it was a pregnancy thing and that it would eventually go away. Either way Frank didn’t like it, and wished these emotions would just stop altogether. He was getting more emotional with every passing week, and it didn’t help overhearing his parents talking to his Aunt and Uncle about some social worker that would help them get full custody of his twins once they were born. He even heard Edith and Peter tell his parents that they would appreciate any help they could get throughout this adopting process. Frank had already been sick to his stomach and was at that moment on the verge of tears when he heard his parents agreed to support them any way they could. He proceeded to have a nervous breakdown right there on the hallway floor. His father and Uncle had to carry him back upstairs where the women stepped in to console him.
Frank’s mother had insisted on him seeing both a therapist and a counselor and had paid for the both of them to help him and the family through their emotional and somewhat traumatic experience. Frank had spent most of those session dressed in extra-large hoodies that helped to shield his swiftly growing bump. He had started his session when he was 12 weeks along, but was forced to stay housebound when he reached 17 weeks, which was 5 months, and could no longer hide his bump behind his oversized hoodies. Despite this, his mother was still desperate to get him the professional help she felt he needed, and so she went to each of his doctor’s office, thrown them wads of cash on their desk, and demanded them to start their session within the Iero household instead. They each agreed to this and thus Frank’s counseling and therapy sessions continued on in his living room with his stomach being well concealed beneath a comforter he kept around his body whenever there were visitors. His parents made sure to always stay in close proximity of their son when anyone was over, just in case they tried to get him to stand up or take his blanket from him. If they were out at work, it would be his Aunt Edith and Uncle Peter in their place to watch over their child.
Frank’s sessions were going well, in fact, they had somehow managed to convince him that the man that had kidnapped him was a sick and dangerous pedophile that had terrorized him by raping him several times. It took him a long time to get to that point it seemed, but he had finally made it. He finally hated Poison, and everything that he was and still is. He wanted Poison to pay for what he done to him, and yet he still couldn’t bring himself to rat the red-headed man out to the Detectives when his second interrogation came around. He still found himself identifying Poison as the Korean man with blonde hair. It didn’t make any sense to him because he truly hated the father of his children, and yet he was STILL protecting him. Why?
Frank wasn’t too sure about that, but what he was pretty certain about was that the Detectives didn’t believe his made-up story, because he was once again sitting down for his third interrogation. It pretty much went the same as the second one did. Frank told him that he was camping with his friends when he were attacked, and he woke up in the basement with the Korean guy who proceeded to rape him until he finally grew tired of him, and released him. Neither of the Detectives responded once he had finished his story a second time, and simply sat there just staring at him with a blank expressions. Frank’s eyes drifted from one detective to the other uncomfortably from where he sat on the couch wrapped in his comforter. “So…are…are we done here?”
Detective Drebin let out an overworked sigh as he leaned forward in his chair, and let his arms rest on his knees before clasping his hands together. “Look kid, I gotta be honest with you. I seriously don’t believe your story.”
Frank flinched in his seat as his face paled out of fear, and his hands slid up from underneath the sheet to sooth the unsettledness that suddenly overcame his stomach. He felt his entire body tense up at their vocal disbelief. He was speechless for a minute, opening and closing his mouth a few times before he was finally able to form a complete sentence. “And why is it that you don’t believe me? I’ve told you everything I know, isn’t that enough?”
“No it’s not, and I’ll tell you exactly why it isn’t.” Detective Drebin leaned back in his chair and fished through his jacket for his notepad. Once he found he flipped through until he found the right page and began to read it out loud. “From what you’ve told us thus far it was Halloween night on your birthday that you, and your eight friends decided to go out after earning your parent’s approval. They surprised you with some birthday camping activity and you were all having a great time just hanging out. Your friend, Ville Valo, had to use to restroom and so he went into the woods to go and relieve himself. You all heard a scream and became scared. Mr. Valo came out of the woods soon after covered in blood and told you all to run. You all were too in shock to listen to him, and then thats when the kidnappers came out of the woods surrounding your camp. You claim there were 10 of them in Halloween masks. Four were Caucasian men with blonde hair, one of them was Asian, and the rest were Caucasian women. They ran into your camp with guns and knives and told you to put your hands behind your head, which you all complied. After that you were all restraint, gagged and blindfolded. Next thing you knew, you woke in a basement without your friends, but in the company of the Korean guy who proceeded to rape you on and off during those months you were missing. You rarely saw him because he kept you handcuffed to a bed, unless he was bathing you or feeding you. You said he didn’t talk to you because he didn’t speak English, and so he pretty much ignored you most of the time unless he was raping you. Oddly enough, one day he decided that he was done with you, and left you in a vacationing cabin resort where you were later discovered by a family that rented the place for the weekend.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what happened.” Frank exclaimed in offense, his hands protectively holding his growing bump absentmindedly. “I don’t understand what the issue is here. If you have a problem with my story, I’m sorry, but that’s what HAPPENED.”
The detectives each shared a look that consisted of raised eyebrows and mirrored expressions of disbelief. Detective Drebin was the first one to turn his eyes back to Frank. “You know what, it doesn’t really matter, son. You can stand by your story if that’s what you want to do.”
Frank was taken aback by their sudden and easy surrender. “I-It doesn’t matter?”
Detective Drebin shrugged it off as he sat forward in his chair. “Oh absolutely, I mean if you don’t want to tell us what happened than that’s your decision. Trust me son, there are other ways we can find out about the man that took you. For example, we can get our hands on a warrant to collect DNA samples from those twins you’re carrying.” He gestured to Frank’s hidden belly believe the sea of his comforter.
Instantly feeling sick to his stomach, Frank’s complexion paled as he let out a small gasp. “W-What? DNA samples?”
Detective Frost nodded to Detective Drebin, completely ignoring Frank’s eyes filling with fearful tears for the safety of his children. “Oh right! I almost forgot about that. We can ask a judge to issue out a document to carry out our action that clearly relates to the administration of justice.”
Frank frantically shook his head as he jumped to his feet defiantly. His blanket fell to the floor, completely forgotten as he stood proudly with his round belly on display for the Detectives to see. “Wait, no! No you can’t just take blood from MY children without my permission!”
Detective Frost glanced down at his swollen stomach for a minute before looking back up at Frank. “Actually we can, we would only need a warrant issued by a judge to get the job done.”
Frank shook his head again, and shouted in anger. “NO! I said no! You’re not going to cut me open just to take a stupid sample from them! They’re living things, dammnit!”
Detective Drebin raised a hand to calm Frank down. “No, son, we never said that that’s what we were going to do. We don’t have to do something as barbaric as cutting you open in order to get a DNA sample from them.”
Once again taken by surpise, Frank took a step back and stared at the two Detectives in confusion. “You don’t? Then what are you gonna do then?”
Drebin shook his head with an assuring smile on his face. “We’re gonna wait until the twins are born, and then take a sample from them. Once we have them, we’ll run them through our database and hopefully fine a match for the very man that you’re so adamant on protecting.”
Aunt Edith and Uncle Peter had decided to rent a house in the neighboring gated community not too far from the Iero’s house until the day their future adoptive children finally arrive, but until then they often came over to check up on the progress of their nephew. Frank had always loved his aunt and Uncle to the depth of his soul, but ever since they became the new ‘parents’ over the children he was carrying they’ve been getting on his nerves more and more. All they ever did when they would come over was talk about ‘their’ babies to the family. Frank’s parents may not be sick of it by now, but he sure as hell was. He hated when they’d run their hands over his belly and try to talk to the fetuses sleeping within. It took everything he had to keep himself from ripping his belly away from their hands, and tell them to stop calling the children ‘theirs’. Frank had no idea why he’s been having such a problem with the idea of his Aunt and Uncle raising his two children as their own, but he did. He just wanted to go to his mother and ask her why he was feeling this way, but he was too afraid of the answer she’d give him. What if she told him he was jealous because deep down inside he wanted to raise his own children himself? Hopefully she’d just assure him it was a pregnancy thing and that it would eventually go away. Either way Frank didn’t like it, and wished these emotions would just stop altogether. He was getting more emotional with every passing week, and it didn’t help overhearing his parents talking to his Aunt and Uncle about some social worker that would help them get full custody of his twins once they were born. He even heard Edith and Peter tell his parents that they would appreciate any help they could get throughout this adopting process. Frank had already been sick to his stomach and was at that moment on the verge of tears when he heard his parents agreed to support them any way they could. He proceeded to have a nervous breakdown right there on the hallway floor. His father and Uncle had to carry him back upstairs where the women stepped in to console him.
Frank’s mother had insisted on him seeing both a therapist and a counselor and had paid for the both of them to help him and the family through their emotional and somewhat traumatic experience. Frank had spent most of those session dressed in extra-large hoodies that helped to shield his swiftly growing bump. He had started his session when he was 12 weeks along, but was forced to stay housebound when he reached 17 weeks, which was 5 months, and could no longer hide his bump behind his oversized hoodies. Despite this, his mother was still desperate to get him the professional help she felt he needed, and so she went to each of his doctor’s office, thrown them wads of cash on their desk, and demanded them to start their session within the Iero household instead. They each agreed to this and thus Frank’s counseling and therapy sessions continued on in his living room with his stomach being well concealed beneath a comforter he kept around his body whenever there were visitors. His parents made sure to always stay in close proximity of their son when anyone was over, just in case they tried to get him to stand up or take his blanket from him. If they were out at work, it would be his Aunt Edith and Uncle Peter in their place to watch over their child.
Frank’s sessions were going well, in fact, they had somehow managed to convince him that the man that had kidnapped him was a sick and dangerous pedophile that had terrorized him by raping him several times. It took him a long time to get to that point it seemed, but he had finally made it. He finally hated Poison, and everything that he was and still is. He wanted Poison to pay for what he done to him, and yet he still couldn’t bring himself to rat the red-headed man out to the Detectives when his second interrogation came around. He still found himself identifying Poison as the Korean man with blonde hair. It didn’t make any sense to him because he truly hated the father of his children, and yet he was STILL protecting him. Why?
Frank wasn’t too sure about that, but what he was pretty certain about was that the Detectives didn’t believe his made-up story, because he was once again sitting down for his third interrogation. It pretty much went the same as the second one did. Frank told him that he was camping with his friends when he were attacked, and he woke up in the basement with the Korean guy who proceeded to rape him until he finally grew tired of him, and released him. Neither of the Detectives responded once he had finished his story a second time, and simply sat there just staring at him with a blank expressions. Frank’s eyes drifted from one detective to the other uncomfortably from where he sat on the couch wrapped in his comforter. “So…are…are we done here?”
Detective Drebin let out an overworked sigh as he leaned forward in his chair, and let his arms rest on his knees before clasping his hands together. “Look kid, I gotta be honest with you. I seriously don’t believe your story.”
Frank flinched in his seat as his face paled out of fear, and his hands slid up from underneath the sheet to sooth the unsettledness that suddenly overcame his stomach. He felt his entire body tense up at their vocal disbelief. He was speechless for a minute, opening and closing his mouth a few times before he was finally able to form a complete sentence. “And why is it that you don’t believe me? I’ve told you everything I know, isn’t that enough?”
“No it’s not, and I’ll tell you exactly why it isn’t.” Detective Drebin leaned back in his chair and fished through his jacket for his notepad. Once he found he flipped through until he found the right page and began to read it out loud. “From what you’ve told us thus far it was Halloween night on your birthday that you, and your eight friends decided to go out after earning your parent’s approval. They surprised you with some birthday camping activity and you were all having a great time just hanging out. Your friend, Ville Valo, had to use to restroom and so he went into the woods to go and relieve himself. You all heard a scream and became scared. Mr. Valo came out of the woods soon after covered in blood and told you all to run. You all were too in shock to listen to him, and then thats when the kidnappers came out of the woods surrounding your camp. You claim there were 10 of them in Halloween masks. Four were Caucasian men with blonde hair, one of them was Asian, and the rest were Caucasian women. They ran into your camp with guns and knives and told you to put your hands behind your head, which you all complied. After that you were all restraint, gagged and blindfolded. Next thing you knew, you woke in a basement without your friends, but in the company of the Korean guy who proceeded to rape you on and off during those months you were missing. You rarely saw him because he kept you handcuffed to a bed, unless he was bathing you or feeding you. You said he didn’t talk to you because he didn’t speak English, and so he pretty much ignored you most of the time unless he was raping you. Oddly enough, one day he decided that he was done with you, and left you in a vacationing cabin resort where you were later discovered by a family that rented the place for the weekend.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what happened.” Frank exclaimed in offense, his hands protectively holding his growing bump absentmindedly. “I don’t understand what the issue is here. If you have a problem with my story, I’m sorry, but that’s what HAPPENED.”
The detectives each shared a look that consisted of raised eyebrows and mirrored expressions of disbelief. Detective Drebin was the first one to turn his eyes back to Frank. “You know what, it doesn’t really matter, son. You can stand by your story if that’s what you want to do.”
Frank was taken aback by their sudden and easy surrender. “I-It doesn’t matter?”
Detective Drebin shrugged it off as he sat forward in his chair. “Oh absolutely, I mean if you don’t want to tell us what happened than that’s your decision. Trust me son, there are other ways we can find out about the man that took you. For example, we can get our hands on a warrant to collect DNA samples from those twins you’re carrying.” He gestured to Frank’s hidden belly believe the sea of his comforter.
Instantly feeling sick to his stomach, Frank’s complexion paled as he let out a small gasp. “W-What? DNA samples?”
Detective Frost nodded to Detective Drebin, completely ignoring Frank’s eyes filling with fearful tears for the safety of his children. “Oh right! I almost forgot about that. We can ask a judge to issue out a document to carry out our action that clearly relates to the administration of justice.”
Frank frantically shook his head as he jumped to his feet defiantly. His blanket fell to the floor, completely forgotten as he stood proudly with his round belly on display for the Detectives to see. “Wait, no! No you can’t just take blood from MY children without my permission!”
Detective Frost glanced down at his swollen stomach for a minute before looking back up at Frank. “Actually we can, we would only need a warrant issued by a judge to get the job done.”
Frank shook his head again, and shouted in anger. “NO! I said no! You’re not going to cut me open just to take a stupid sample from them! They’re living things, dammnit!”
Detective Drebin raised a hand to calm Frank down. “No, son, we never said that that’s what we were going to do. We don’t have to do something as barbaric as cutting you open in order to get a DNA sample from them.”
Once again taken by surpise, Frank took a step back and stared at the two Detectives in confusion. “You don’t? Then what are you gonna do then?”
Drebin shook his head with an assuring smile on his face. “We’re gonna wait until the twins are born, and then take a sample from them. Once we have them, we’ll run them through our database and hopefully fine a match for the very man that you’re so adamant on protecting.”