Being Security (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 25 - The Witness

Ella’s POV

I collapse onto the floor of the pier and stare through the bars. I’d been calling Jake’s name for a good few minutes with no luck before I called the police. I had to lie and say they were friends that were joking about and fell in. I’m still waiting for them. The coastguards in their speedboat things have been scouring the sea looking for them, but nothing has been found yet; not even a shoe!

“Jake…” I feel like I’m shouting, yet it’s barely loud enough for me to hear. It’s more of a pathetic whimper. My mind is a sea of grey, I feel like all my thoughts are drowning along with Jake. While I’m sitting here like a prick wishing for him to resurface, he’s probably at the bottom of the sea wishing for me to save him. Don’t get me wrong, I’d have jumped in if I wasn’t pregnant, but I don’t know what could have happened to me had I jumped in after him

“Ella?” I knew it was the police. I didn’t want to talk to them. I didn’t want to see them or hear them either. I remained, head rested on the lowest part of the railing, staring blankly into the sea. “Ella?” The policeman called again. I slowly turn round to a rugged looking police man, in his 50’s, arms crossed and foot tapping on the floor.

“What?” I shoot him a look.

“Ella, there’s no need to take that tone with me, you’re the one who called us! Your friends fell into the water?”

“Yeah, thanks for taking your time. I’m sure they’ll appreciate your concern.” I say sarcastically.

“Would you be able to come down to the police station and make a statement?” He asked me. His eyes were blank, as if he felt no emotions.

“Why would I need to make a statement?” I tipped my head to the side. Why would I need to make one if I said it was accidental?

“It’s just a precaution.” He blankly said. I held back the streams of tears and bit my lip. I’ve just lost my best friend! He held out his hand and I grabbed it as he yanked me up onto my feet.

“Yes. Thank you.” He walks me into his police car and sits me in the back before jumping in the front and driving me to the police station.

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“Can you state your name please?” A different man asks me.

“Look, you have all this on record. Just speed this up or I’m off.” I blurt out.

“Ella, you do not need to speak to us like this!” He says calmly back.

“My best friend just died and you’re questioning me?” I snap back.

“Look, just answer the questions and it’ll be sorted.” A woman walked into the interrogation room. She was emotionless too, like the man at the pier.

“Fine.” I roll my eyes.

“So what exactly happened on the pier yesterday?” The man asked nicely.

“I had gone to the pier with Jake, we were meeting Barry there. They had a play fight and Barry tripped, pulling Jake over the pier railing with him. They never resurfaced.” I said, morbidly. The image of them falling off the pier going round and round in my head. Tears fill my eyes and the sight of the policemen blurs rapidly. The lump in my throat grows and grows.

“That was it?” The woman said, arms crossed.

“Yeah, they just fell.” The woman nodded in that way that says ‘yeah, that didn’t happen’ and stares over at me.

“Now tell us the truth?” She stared me down. I felt belittled. Holding my tears becomes more and more difficult. “How do you know Jake?” That was a question I didn’t need.