THE MURDERER'S LETTER

"N-no sir." Harry croaked taking his hands away from his head. "We haven't done this!"

"How do you explain the blood on your hands!" The officer bellowed holding his gun in front of him.

"Harry." I whimpered, tears beginning to role down my cheeks again.

"I-we-uh." Harry stammered.

"Exactly."

"Bu-" He stuttered again.

"Save it curly." The officer hissed as four more policemen jogged past the one that was talking. They grabbed the back of my and Harry's collars and dragged us to their cars. They slammed us on the side of the car.

"You have a right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will be held against you." A different officer said robotically as he put handcuffs around my wrists.

I looked at Harry with wide eyes and he returned the look. The officers shoved us into the backseat of the police car and began to drive. The cops joked with each other like nothing was happening; like it was a perfectly normal day. Harry and i sat in silence, counting down the minutes before the next stage in this awful nightmare. When I turned to look into his emerald gaze he was already looking at me, fear and worry clouding his emerald orbs.

We arrived at the police station and they put us in separate cells with one barred wall between our cells. So we could see each other perfectly fine.

When the officers left and took the handcuffs off i ran over to the middle wall and Harry did the same.

Tears flowed down my cheeks, "Harry what do we do? We have no evidence. WAIT! You didnt touch the gun did you? They'll see that your fingerprints aren't on it so it couldn't have been us."

He looked at me grimly, "I did touch it though. You must not have been looking"

My shoulders sagged, "Damn it. What do we do?"

"I-I don't know. They won't even let us talk let alone defend ourselves."

"Mr. Harold Styles." An officer said.

"Yessir?"

"Come with me."

He unlocked the cell door and put Harry's wrists back in handcuffs. The officer led him out of the cell and left me standing there alone. I paced for hours, or at least it felt like hours. I didn't know what they were doing to him....

Harry's POV

"I told you, Charlie and I were eating dinner at that restaurant and when we came out we were at our cars and then we heard a commotion so we ducked down. We heard the first gunshot and then I stepped out from behind the cars--"

"Not to bright are yah kid? Why would you step out from your cover when there is supposedly an armed man who just shot someone." He almost laughed. I looked into his brown eyes and suddenly became very annoyed with the crease that was always present between is eyebrows.

"I needed to protect Charlie. How could I do that if I was sitting on damp pavement." I huffed.

The officer slammed his hands on the table, "Don't get smart with me kid!" He bellowed.

I felt myself flinch. I always had a high respect for officers. They made sure the laws were being upheld and everyone was safe from bad people. But not that I'm on this side of the spectrum they're not all they're cracked up to be... In fact they're quite scary...

"What happened after you stepped out from the car?" He asked calming down.

I cleared my throat and twiddled my thumbs together as I spoke, "I tried to tell the man to stop, that he didn't need to be doing this. And he kept saying I was just the thing that he needed--"

"--Ah! So you're working for him then."

"What? No! I said 'thing' not 'person' there's a difference!"

"All I see is some smug teenager who put a lot of thought into his story.
We'll see what your girlfriend says about the incident."

Charlie's POV

"Let's see," a female officer said walking into the room, "Charlotte Bridgefield."

"Charlie." I replied out of habit. She gave me a fierce warning look and I looked down at the table and fiddled with the chains that bound my hands to the table.

"Dont be smart with me kid. Youre in a heap of trouble."

"We didn't do anything wrong!"

"You think murder is okay then? Justifiable?"

"No bu--"

"Then why did you do it?!"

"I didn't!"

"You didn't. You didn't but your boyfriend did." She smirked like she had cracked me.

"No!"

"We found his fingerprints on the gun Charlotte!" She yelled slamming her hands on the table making me flinch. "And Mr. Santiago's blood was on his hand!"

"It got on his coat when he shot himself! And who is Mr. Santiago!?"

"Don't play dumb with me Charlotte. I work with people like you everyday." Her red curls fell in front of her shoulders as she leaned in closer to me.

"We didn't do anything. We're witnesses."

"None of us here believe you which means you're being charged with murder cupcake. C'mon." She said getting up from the table and leading me back to the cells.

Notes

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