Make me yours

Chapter 12

Hey guys,

Hope everything is alright. I am getting real close to the main part and I can't wait for it. This chapter is definitely an emotional rollercoaster so be ready to be pretty confused. Don't worry, I will make things clear again soon. I wanna thank you so much for reading this, keep reading, things are going to get intense. Expect the unexpected. And please trust the process.

Lots of love <33

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I and Margot enter the police station. Our faces are worried and we hold hands. We are going to tell the police what we saw. We saw Mr. Denver in that car. We don't know if that is going to change anything in that case but we have to tell what we know, for our conscience.

After the ambulance left for the hospital, the police let my brother keep going. We were silent, shocked silence. My brother looked worried, Margot looked scared and I was just existing. I am not sure what I was feeling. If I had to answer I would say that I felt nothing.

Thoughts on my brain traveled quickly, too quickly. However, none of that thoughts was fear or panic. It felt like my brain was made to live that, it felt that I didn't even leave my comfort zone. I didn't like it, I didn't. The blood on my veins felt warm and I couldn't stop rationalizing everything and I hated it.

The only thing that resembles a feeling that I felt is pity. Pity of the lady that dyed, but mainly pity of Margot, because I know she feels it all, she feels what apparently I can't. She must be feeling all at once and for a second I thank god for this strange thing that I am feeling now. An emptiness of feeling.

This blank space inside me. It is not normal, I should be terrified. I saw death for the first. I looked at a body that was alive and, saw the same body dead, a couple of minutes after. However, I didn't feel any of it. My heart was calm.

My brain, on the other hand, was thinking it all.

What happened, truly? Why was the lady there alone going in that direction, the same that we saw her going with Mr. Denver? Where was he?

My mind made theories as fast as it is physically possible. And all of the theories lead to one thing, my teacher has something to do with it.

Of course that it could have a logical and peaceful explanation. Maybe that lady got out of wherever she and my teacher were and left alone but in the middle of the way she felt the urge of coming back, maybe because she forgot something, and when she was coming back she had an accident. It could have happened like that. And if that was true Mr. Denver is innocent.

However, this simple and nice justification went down the drain as soon as Margot's phone rang.

I was at the shower, Margot was seated on the closed toilet. We weren't talking but the fact that each other of us is making company to the other makes us feel safe. We weren't alone, and that was clear.

My body had dry sweat since I hadn't taken a bath after the training with Mattheo. So I did it as soon as I went home. My brother was downstairs, I have no idea what he was doing, and Margot was looking at the ceiling not daring to close her eyes.

I know she was doubting herself and her life choices even tho falling in love was her only mistake. And that shouldn't be a mistake. That is supposed to be good and I hate the world, the universe, and honestly Mr. Denver for taking that opportunity away from her.

As soon as I left the shower, her phone rang. We looked at each other when the name Richard appeared on the screen. It was Mr. Denver.

"Do you feel capable of answering it?" I asked nicely.