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"Miss Diaz as you know You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something, which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence"
"Shall we start?" The room remained silent. The deafening static coming from the tape recorder was the only known sound. Andrea Diaz sat opposite the mid-thirties police officer. Neither one breaking eye contact as if daring each other to speak first.
"Very well. Miss Diaz, do you hold any knowledge for the people in this image?" A piece of paper containing two people was placed in front of the teenage girl. One of the men covered in tattoos from the neck down and around the hands whilst the others held small patchwork tattoos, similar to Andreas herself. Both men have skin fade haircuts. Her brothers. The officer waited and observed Andrea as her eyes scanned the faces of both men. Her facial expression gave nothing away, nor did her eyes. Under the table her fingers danced around one of her rings, her mother's in fact, tho one she gave Andrea before leaving.
"No comment" The casual aurora that circled Andrea when the words left her mouth created an uneasy atmosphere throughout. Her hair fell back over her shoulder, her eyes never leaving the officers in front, and her expression cold.
"Miss Diaz, did these people in this particular image teach you how to fight? Shoot a gun maybe?"
"No comment"
"Have you ever taken drugs Miss Diaz?"
"No comment"
"Gotten any tattoos?"
"Is that rhetorical?" Referring to the fact she hadn't tried hiding the ones on her collarbone and lower arm.
"Miss Diaz I'm going to need you to cooperate the best you can. I'm trying to stop you from getting into anymore trouble than needed. Is that clear?"
"Crystal. BUT" The officer opposite looked questioning towards Andrea as she layed her arms out on the table and steadied her body to hover above her hands. "Do I or do I not have the right to choose wether I'm to answer any of these question? If I'm wrong please do say"
"You have every right to decline the matter of answering these question, however by doing so you're not helping your case." Andrea could tell by the way the officers voice grew louder and his frown wrinkles started to become defined that she had hit a spot. Something she had great practice in doing. "Miss Diaz I'm going to ask you one more time before I'm to take legal action towards your case. Do you understand?"
With a slump back into her chair Andrea nodded slightly towards the officer.
"Miss Diaz do you hold any knowledge towards the men in this picture?"
Andrea scanned her eyes over the image as before, then looked towards the officer. Of course she knew who these men were. But she was not snitch, especially not about her brothers.
"No comment" With those two words leaving her mouth and a smirk plastered on her face. The officer before her stood.
"Miss Diaz I am here by putting you on probation in the east coast, outer banks, you are going to stay with your father over there until further notice"
Andreas face dropped as two police officers came into the room one holding out a pair of handcuffs. As Andrea stood the handcuffs were placed around her wrists and she was escorted out.
Stepping off the ferry onto the wooden dock Andrea was escorted by two police officers and a pair of handcuffs. Eyes trailed her figure as they headed towards a man stood at the entrance by a rundown pickup truck. The man stood tall, proud yet scruffier than one would expect. His eyes bloodshot and his hands scattered which glass cuts.
The closer Andrea got to approaching the man the angrier his demeanour got.
"Andrea" His raspy slurred voice filled Andreas ears and overpowered the rattling of her handcuffs being removed.
"Father" With a slight nod of the head, and a straightened posture, Andrea attempted to hold her fathers gaze.
"Sir, if you'd mind, we'd like to inform you on your daughters probation rules." As the police stepped in, Andreas father nodded towards her in a way to go away.
"Don't mind me, carry on"
"Andrea" Her fathers rough voice sent images and shivers throughout her body. A tone and demand one wouldn't dare go against.
"Bien, estaré en el restaurante de allí, si?" (Well, I'll be at the restaurant over there, yeah?)
With a nod of approve from her father, Andrea made her way towards a restaurant called 'the shack'.
"Hablaré contigo cuando estemos en casa." (I'll be talking to you when we're home)
Her fathers voice rang out behind her catching the attention of more people which Andrea didn't think possible.
"Lo que sea, idiota" (Whatever, idiot)
Muttering under her breath, she headed towards the counter.
Looking around the place, Andrea noticed a group of teens. All boys. All fancy looking. None caught Andreas eye though. However, the same couldn't be said for the boys as they started heading towards her. She turned around on the stool she occupied and ordered a tray of fries. Being preoccupied by the rings on her fingers, Andrea didn't notice the group of guys nearing until she felt a presence next to her. Her fries were brought out by a girl around the same age as her. Her dark curly hair tied up behind her and her necklaces scattered her neck.
"Gracias"
"Spanish? Cool. I'm kiara people call me kie."
"Hi, Andrea, people call me Aj or rea depending how they feel I guess." Holding her hand out towards the girl who gladly takes it whilst both smiling.
"And I'm Rafe" The boy next to her catches her attention.
"Umm if only I asked" She says as she pops a fri into her mouth not making an effort to turn her attention towards him.
"This ones got an attitude, my kinda girl."
At this Andrea decided to turn around and face the boy before her. Behind him stood another boy, he held a friendlier face then Rafe. Out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the officers who escorted her here on the ferry.
"Well this ones not interested estúpido"
"Miss Diaz". As the officer approached Andrea he reached for her arm but not in time for her to swiftly pull away
"Está bien, I'm coming."
She felt the eyes of the boys and the girl from the counter as well as a few other customers.
Heading out back towards her dad she could feel the anger radiating from the veins in his neck.
Her relationship with her father had never been good. He's an abusive prick who left because he's too pussy. Well that's what Andrea says.
"Let's go Andrea Jovita Diaz"
"I'm in trouble"
"If you don't keep that mouth shut you will be"
With a silent nod towards the officers. Andrea and her father headed home. Or what Andrea would call hell.
