How is it possible that one night can change my entire life?
James holds my arm, taking me to his car.
"This ain't fair!" Xavier yells as he takes a step toward us. Rebecca holds him back.
"It isn't!" He shrugs off.
Gina strides to us.
"James," she calls, and James calls for an officer to lead me to the car.
"It's not like she's under arrest, is she?" I hear my mom asks, as the officers walk me to the car.
"Two lives were lost Gina, I can't just pretend nothing happened."
Even in a hushed voice, I hear James.
I get it, He's only doing his Job, and I was only trying to stay alive.
They sit me in the back seat and lock the door.
When my concentration is on Gina and James, my eyes dart to Xavier. His wearing a sore face, looking at me like he's about to break down. That's if he hasn't.
The driver takes off.
It a long drive, making me wonder how I got to Vancouver.
I look at the window, enjoying daylight. One night seems like a million years in darkness.
I'm glad I survived death, now I just have to try and survive the fact that I was fooled, I was defrauded. The fact that there was never a Morgan, and those happy moments in my life were never real.
Thinking about it flows hot tears from my eyes.
I sniff, and raise my cuffed hands, and gently wipe my eyes with the back of my thumbs since that's the easiest way.
An hour later, the car stops, kicking me from the images of my worst nightmare.
I look around, as the officer opens the door, we are already at the Seattle police department.
The officer hauls me by my hand and pulls me out of the car.
"Hey! be careful," Someone yells. Turning around, I see George.
A smile lands on my lips.
He walks up to us.
"Take off the cuffs," He orders the officer.
Just as the officer opens his mouth to say something,
"Take, It, off." He demands, with all authority. And the officer mellows down and takes the cuffs off.
Now I can feel my hands again.
He glares at the officer, and the officer respectfully walks away.
"How are you, kiddo?" He places his hand on my arm.
I don't answer, my face is sullen.
"It's okay," he pulls me to him, and I hug him tight, sobbing.
"It's okay." He repeats, stroking my hair.
He takes me inside, handing me over to a young brunette who leads me to a cemented, little-wide room, with just two chairs and a square table in-between.
"Have a seat dear." She directs her hands to the chair across.
I hesitate, as I look out the transparent window, about three meters wide and four inches tall.
Through the window, I can see George standing in the middle of the workspace, with police officers patrolling around, some busy on their desks.
George nods at me, and I decide to sit.
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