The Three Bros

[29] Police Station

I was gonna have the first part of this chap added to the last. So it'd end in a cliffhanger. But I changed my mind, because I'm a generous person.

You're welcome. :P

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Blaire's POV

I groan once I hear my ringtone, opening one eye, then the other. I look over to my wall clock, seeing that it was still 1:24 in the morning.

I was never one to stay up late. I was already sleepy passed 9:00 pm and I'm up at 6:00 am. One of the things Myles and I have in common.

Who the hell would call me at 1:00 am?!

I reach under my pillow, grabbing my phone. I bring it to my face, checking the caller I.D.

Ian.

What the hell?

I answer it, pressing the phone to my ear, "Ian, do you have a clue what time---"

"Is Molly with you?"

A part of me felt bad that he called me just to check if Molly spent the night here, but I was being stupid. I'm not the only thing he can think about. "No.

Why?"

"Never mind. Sorry I woke you. Sleep well," he dismisses.

"Tell me!" I whine.

"Fine. Its just... Ryder's kinda in a holding cell."

"Why?!" My mind scrolls through the possibilities.

"Its nothing---"

"If he's in a holding cell, its important. You woke me up, so spill," I interrupt. "Why is he in there?"

"Uh... he kinda beat the shit outta Derek."

"Derek?" I don't know a Derek...

"Molly's boyfriend."

I facepalmed. "His name is Damien, you idiot."

"Sorry, her love life isn't something I want to think about." He mumbles, "I have mine to think about."

I grin at the last sentence, but it wasn't exactly time to think about this. "Where are you?"

"At the police station a couple of blocks from our place. Why?"

"I'll be there. I'll bring Molly, promise," I assure him.

"No! Cupcake don't you dare---"

I hang up. I gotta get ready.

***

I park my car in front of Molly's house, getting out of it.

Ian has constantly been calling me. I'm guessing he didn't want me to be a part of this. So I eventually shut down my phone.

If they needed Molly there, I was gonna bring her.

I jump the small fence of her house, walking towards her bedroom window.

Molly had a one-story house too. So it was easier for me to sneak in. I effortlessly swing the window open, since she left it unlocked.

What was she thinking? Did she want some psycho sneaking inside while she's asleep?

Wait... I'm that psycho.

I made a quick mental note to always keep my window locked, before debating how I got in. Her window was a bit smaller than mine, so it wouldn't be as easy...