Drowning Desires

six

Maura

Christmas Break

"Put your hands behind your head." A police officer yelled at me.

I spun around slowly, Lucy following my movements. There were two cop cars and an ambulance.

I watched with a traumatised stare as a paramedic jumped from the back of the vehicle, medial kit in hand.

The tattooed guy was leaning over his friends body, tears in his bloodshot eyes.

I felt my hands get roughly pulled behind my body as a cop tightened handcuffs onto my wrists.

My eyes never stopped looking at the sight of the body on the ground, froth at the mouth.

It's not the first time I've seen that sight, I had only been ten when I saw it for the first time.

The tattooed guy has his hands pulled to his back, handcuffs placed onto his wrists.

The police were taking us to the station for using illegal drugs.

I was shoved into the backseat of the cop car along with Lucy.

I closed my eyes, willing for the imagine of the guy on the ground to leave my head.

We were at the station, we were being shoved behind bars for the time being, the tattooed guy was with us.

My mum was there, talking to the cops. The cops opened up the cell. Lucy and I were taken out.

The tattooed guy stayed.

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"What are you doing in my fucking house?" I screamed at him. "How the fuck do you know where I live?"

The look on Adrien's face made me uneasy. He looked pissed, more pissed than usual.

A million thoughts ran through my head about how he was here, why he was here, what had I done, what was he going to do. My mind felt like it was running a million miles per hour before Adrien finally spoke, more so yelled.

"What fucking right do you have to go into a random cabin and burn shit that dosent belong to you."

It hit me than, he was the one on the motorcycle, the one I saw slipping into the cabin.

The one that drew a picture of me screaming, dated the day after Nate had died.

"I didn't do shit, it was all Landon." I insisted, I don't know why I felt the need to defend myself to him.

"Yet you were still the one running out of the house hand in hand with your high school sweetheart and kissing him against a fucking tree." He snarled, I could've sworn a slight hint of jealousy laced his voice.

I scoffed. "You left your creepy drawings lying around an empty cabin and expect them to just stay there." I said, waving my hands in the air.