(Book 2) The Dark Side of Fame - Scarlett Johansson x Female Reader

Cuts Deep

I pull into the driveway after dropping Rose off at her friend's and park in the garage, then make my way to the kitchen. Our gate gets a buzz.

Me: "Hello?"
???: "Hi, Mrs Y/L/N-Johansson? This is DCI Reynolds & Superintendent Hanson from Northumbria Police. Is there any chance we could have a chat?"

Why the hell are the police at my gate? Let alone the police from Newcastle.

Me: "Um, yeah...sure. Gate should open in a sec. Security will let you in."

I release the intercom button and grab a bottle of beer from the fridge, as Scarlett comes down.

Scarlett: Was that someone at the gate?
Me: Police from back home. They're coming in.
Scarlett: Back home as in Newcastle?
Me: Mhm.
Scarlett: Strange. Do you really need that beer?
Me: Yeah.

Security lets the two police officers in, both wearing casual clothes, they show their badge.

Reynolds: I'm really sorry to barge in on you both like this, this must be a bit of a surprise. Nice to meet you, by the way, you have a lovely home.
Me: Yeah, weird. Would you like something to drink?
Hanson: Technically we're on a work funded vacation, so I'd love a beer.

Scarlett grabs the pair a beer from the fridge and we make our way out into the outdoor kitchen.

Me: So is there something I can help you with?
Reynolds: Actually, yes. The interview you did with Kelly Clarkson aired in the UK the other night. We just wanted to ask you a few questions, to try and establish if there's something we need to be looking into.
Me: You guys didn't give a fuck then, so why should you give a fuck now?
Scarlett: Babe, maybe just hear them out.

I take a seat opposite.

Hanson: We've been sent all the way here to look into this, Mrs Y/L/N-Johansson. What you said, we don't take lightly. We both have daughters, you have a daughter. It wasn't right then, it isn't right now, we have to reopen the investigation. We just want to see if we can help.
Me: There was never any investigation, we were moved along and silenced.

I sigh and start to explain the whole story.

Reynolds: So just to confirm, the police at the time removed you from the house, but you heard nothing else?
Me: That's right. That government trial was shut down literally a day later or something as far as I can remember.
Hanson: Do you remember any of the names or faces?
Me: I'm really sorry, no.

Scarlett sits beside me and takes my hand.

Scarlett: Just try, if there's anything, anything at all about them you remember, maybe you can get some closure.
Me: The only person I remember was the person that used to come into my room. I remember he had a scar all the way down the middle of his face. They used to call him something like Tommo.
Reynolds: And can you remember if there was ever any money or anything transferred between these people and the couple that adopted you?
Me: Ah yeah, loads. And if it wasn't money it was drugs.
Hanson: Can I ask a question about the girls?
Me: Go ahead.
Hanson: What do you think happened to them? Can you remember any names or anything?
Me: Um...in one of the rooms there were twins, I can remember that, in the other room there was a girl called Charlotte. I think we were sent to different foster homes after to avoid talking about it with each other.
Reynolds: Okay. We're gonna take this information back to Newcastle with us and open a new case file. You shouldn't have had to suffer with what happened for this long, it should've been dealt with. I'm really sorry that the system let you down.
Me: I can't change what happened to us, but you know this will still be happening, don't you? You know how many children go missing every year because of sex trafficking?
Hanson: We do, and it's shocking. But we need your help to try and reduce it. Would you be willing to help us with this? If the people that did this to you could do it so freely then, we think they might still be active.
Me: If it means putting an end to this for someone else, then absolutely. I can give you my PA's number and they can schedule any video calls you need at any time.