The police officer looks at me almost pityingly as he leads me to the awaiting car. “In you go please theres a good girl” he says and i obey without speaking. I can’t even bring myself to feel anything, because what are accusing me of is so crazy I cannot even comprehend the fact that anyone could think I am capable of committing a crime.

In five minutes we are at the station, it is an unwelcoming place at the best of times, and this is the worst. He sits me down and tells me someone will be coming to ask me a few questions. A tall, pretty woman with long blonde curls comes up to me, so I guess this is the person who will be questioning me. She smiles at me sweetly and says “Im Officer Peters you must be Ashley I need to ask you a few questions if thats okay?” she says it like its a question but what choice do I have.

She leads me into a room and gestures for me to sit down. “Now I’m going to have to record this conversation for safety purposes, don’t be scared dear its just normal procedure tell the truth and you’ll be fine.” she smiles in what I suppose is meant to be a comforting way, it doesn’t help my nerves. “Ashley I’ll explain the situation, up till now we were treating Laurel’s death as an accident, maybe even possible suicide but the forensics came in yesterday, it seems like there may have been a struggle and the only traces of DNA they found well were yours”

I recoil as I hear this, and my insides go tight as I realise what she is saying, what she thinks. “Now, no one is trying to place the blame on you but we need to know a few things. Firstly what was your relationship with Laurel?” I don’t even know how to answer that it is such a strange way to ask about the years of friendship between us. “We are, were best friends” I say in a voice calmer than I feel. “Okay and was there any problems between you when she died?” she asks. She must see the answer in my face because she nods knowingly at me, I want to scream at her that all friends argue, but it does not mean I would hurt her.

Then she asks the question that makes my blood turn cold “What is your relationship with Luke Hemmings? We understand him and Laurel were together” I hesitate before replying “Were friends” she stares at me disbelievingly before saying “Several of our sources have hinted you are somewhat closer than friends” I blush at what she is implying even though it is true. I just shake my head at her as if refusing to accept what she is saying will make it not be true.

An hour and several awkward questions late I am finally allowed to leave, not because I have been proven innocent, but because they cannot prove I am guilty, it makes me sick thinking that what happened to Laurel might have been more than a terrible tragedy. There is only one person I want to talk to right now, but Im the last person on Earth he probably wants to talk to, after all I broke his heart.

Notes

Sorry this is kinda a boring chapter! Ill update again soon with a better one

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