Torn

{sixteen}

"Do you know why you got pulled over, mam?" The cop asked.
"I was speeding, sir." I replied.
"I'm going to need your license and registration." He said. I showed him everything he needed.
"You're going to have to come with me." he said.
"Wh-what did I do?" I asked.
"Nothing we know of yet." he replied.
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He wouldn't speak to me until we were in a little room with chairs and a desk between us.
"We found a seventeen year-old who hung himself." was the first thing he said.
"Was it Austin?" I asked as I started to sob.
"No, no it's-"
"What do I have to do with it?" I interrupted.
"He had your name cut into his arm. It was cut with a small knife." he said.
"Wha- who is it?" I asked. I was definitely crying now.
"His name is Troy Baker. Do you know him?"
A strangled cry escaped my lips. "Yes I do know him." For the first time, I told the whole story, weeping more and more as I talked.