Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

S.K. (pt. 2)

"Ma'am, we are telling you that your husband is the person we are searching for." The female officer said, insisting it was Justin that had killed those people.

"And I'm telling you he isn't," You replied defiantly, leaning back in the metal chair.

After the police arrested Justin, they brought you to the station and you hadn't gotten a chance to see him. They sat you in an interrogation room, questioned you about personal things, and when you refused to answer them, they start yelling at you saying it was Justin that had committed the crimes.

"What makes you so sure?" She raised her eyebrow at you.

"I've been married to the man for six years," You scoffed, "I think I'd know if he was raping and killing women."

"And you're sure about that?" 

You crossed your eyes and tilted your head. "Positive."

"Well, since she's so sure about it, I guess we don't have to show it to her." The lady turned to male officer who still hadn't spoken a word since you'd arrived.

You narrowed your eyes. "Show me what?"

"Your husbands victims."

You scoffed, "You think you can fool me by showing me pictures of people he didn't even touch?"

"So, you want to see them?" She asked, walking slowly from one side of the room to the other, never taking her eyes off of you.

You shrugged, "Might as well."

The two shared a look before the man walked over and plopped the file in front of you before resuming his spot.

"Open it."You rolled your eyes and reached out for the file. This was a complete waste of time and you just wanted them to leave you the hell alone. 

You pulled it open, and the first thing you saw was a picture of a young, black girl with big, curly hair and a gigantic smile. 

"Her name was Avery Daniels, and she was 21 years old. She was in university studying to be a pediatrician."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but is this supposed to faze me?"

"Keep going."

You picked up the picture and placed it on the desk. You eyed the next picture and noted how similar she looked to the last girl.

"Kaylee Rose, 25."

You picked up that picture and placed it next to the last one. The next girl was slightly darker than the other two, but had the same curly hair and bright smile.

"Tanya Myers, 20."

You shut the file quickly, not able to look at these girls knowing they no longer had their lives.

"I can see it's getting to you." The woman smirked.

"Yeah," You nodded, "You guys are really pissing me off─you should be out there looking for the real person that killed those woman and not blaming people."

"Did you not see the pictures?" The man growled out.

You looked over at him. "Well I'm not blind and it's not like they prove anything."

He scoffed, "Take a good look. Don't you see it?"

Was there something to see...?

"They all look like you," The lady slammed her hands down on the table, "They all have your complexion, your hair type, your body shape. They're all around the same age you were when Justin met you."