Young

23- Haven

"W-who are you?!" My eyes watered, backing up into the counter with my baby.

Moira started whimpering, not knowing who this stranger is!

Is he gonna hurt mommy?!

"I'm detective Lawson, with the Tampa pd, I'm gonna need you to come with me" He said, coming closer.

When he got within arms length, he lifted his arm to grab mine.

"Please don't touch me." I said through my shaky voice, watching his hand while I held my baby tighter.

He paused before quickly lowering his hand.

I know my rights.

"I'm going to need you to cooperate and come with me if you want things to go your way" He spoke calmly and quietly, careful not to startle me or Moira.

"Okay." I finally met his chocolate brown eyes.

"Can we get a few belongings to go to your moms?" He said, crossing his arms.

"Yes" I said before heading to the stairs, him following me.

I went to say something about him coming with but instead decided to walk up them quickly.

He followed me to the room we slept in and looked around.

"Who's been staying with you?" He asked, looking around.

"Nobody" I answered quickly.

Too fucking quickly.

He stared a whole into my face while I packed me and Moira's bags.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

"Yes"

                        Time Skip

"How long have you been there?" The detective asked while I sat in the interrogation room.

"A few weeks..." I answered quietly.

"Alright..were you staying with anyone?"

"No" I answered, holding my baby.

She was sucking on her paci, staring at him.

"Who was providing for you this whole time?"

Shit.

What the fuck am I gonna say?!

"Y/n?"

"My friends" I blurted.

"Wanna give some names"

"No" I said, meeting his eyes.

He stared at me before signing and flipping through the pack of papers.

"Alright, your free to go, do you need a ride?"

"Yeah" I said quietly, standing up with her.

"Alright let me get you one" He said, walking out.

                    ANOTHA ONE

"Mm" Moira whimpered, looking up at me while she nursed.

I sighed while I layed in bed with her.

They kept my basically hostage for the whole day today!

I was sniffling from recently crying.

I didn't know where Billie was or if she was okay..

I wondered if I said anything who could possibly endanger her.

Or lead them to her as a suspect.

My babygirl turned her head away, not hungry anymore.

I checked the time on my clock.

11:59...

One more-

12:00

Moira's one years old now.

I bursted out crying, holding her tightly.

She looked at me shocked before her face contorted and she started crying too.

I heard quick footsteps like someone was running before my door thrusted open, revealing my mom.

"What's wrong?!" She asked, crawling onto my bed.

I ignored her, sobbing.

"What's wrong?!" She asked in panic, shaking me.

I held onto her arm, wanting to stop her before I went into panic.

"I can't breathe!" I choked on my own air.

I'm having another panic attack.

My eyes started twitching and I was feeling dizzy.

"I.....I-"