𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿𝑆 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑊𝐸 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐺𝑂 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷𝑆-𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟

The Unexpected to Bail me out

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Now Playing: Bohemian Rhapsody-Queen

Eleanor POV:

"Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide..
No escape from reality.."

All eyes on were on me, everything moved in slow motion as Sebastian led me through the hallway of the police station, my wrists cuffed behind my back as Sebastians grip was firm on my elbow. The lying bastard.

"Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,"

The world dimmed around me, as if I couldn't hear the peoples indistinct whispers and all I could hear was Queen that blared out on the radio in the receptions front desk.

"I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to
Me...to me.."

My cheeks stained with hot tears, I'd been frantically crying in the police car on the way here, it was 8:30pm but it felt like midnight, how could this have happened? Who in their right minds thinks that I've killed my OWN family?

"Mamaaa,

Just killed a man,

Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger,
Now he's dead"

My face was dead serious, I didn't dare look at any of the officers around me, Sebastian led us down a turning in the hallway, towards the overnight cells. I was on the verge of another breakdown.

"Mamaaa, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away..

Mama, oooh,
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters"

Sebastian unlocked my handcuffs and pushed me into the cell, with how weak I felt in the knees I stumbled in and steadied my back up against the wall. My tongue pushed against the inside of my cheek as I glared daggers at Sebastian, his smug look on his face when he locked up the cell and jingled the keys mockingly in front of me before heading toward an officer that was sent to "watch me" as if I'm some rabid animal or something for Christ sake.

I wiped my face aggressively, how could I be so stupid? I didn't have my phone or anything, no one to contact. No one knew I was here, I was fucked.

I saw in the corner of my eye a few flashes of cameras, my head snapped over to two members of Press taking pictures of me before they were shouted at by an officer and scurried off. I groaned internally, that was me headlining the papers for the next 2 months.

I tugged at the hem of my jumpers sleeve, I was only in a grey hoodie and black leggings, I must've looked like a right tit but at this point I couldn't find myself to care; as the only thing I was bothered about is why the hell they think I did it?

I stepped towards the metal bars that surrounded the small area I was kept in, I felt like some caged animal, my fingertips trailed up and down the cold, rough texture of the metal and I grimaced at the thought of how many criminals had probably been in here and done the same thing.

All I wanted right now, was to be back in LA, I was happy back then, even though it was still recent since my families death, just being around the Guys and the girls made my life so much stress-free. I'd do anything to see them, I can't help but feel I won't see them again though.