Obsessive love

Chapter 13 - Good and bad trouble

***POV JORDAN***

We have barely closed the door of the hotel room behind us when Mia throws herself onto the bed with a flourish.

"I could sleep standing up," she yawns.

"Too bad. I had other things on my mind." I drop down beside her and hug her from behind. She snuggles close to me.

"Oh, really? Well, I'm sure I can still generate a little energy."

"Good," I purr and start kissing her neck.

She squirms a little under me, but I know she enjoys. Tenderly I nibble on her ear when there is a knock at the door.

"Open up! Police!"

This can't be happening now. Did I forget to unlock the ankle bracelet for Illinois?

"Sorry," I mumble in Mia's ear, then stand up and open the door. Sure enough, two officers are standing in front of it.

"Jordan Knight?"

"Yes, sir," I reply, trying to remain neutral.

"You know the drill. Turn around, put your hands behind your back."

I do as requested.

"What's going on?"

"You're under arrest. Anything you say or do..." and then the cop rattles off the Miranda rights and his colleague searches and handcuffs me.

"What are you doing? Why are you arresting him?" Mia looks horrified at the scene after coming out of the bedroom into the living room of the hotel suite.

"Because armed robbery is a crime." The policeman answers succinctly, they take me in the middle and lead me away.

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On the way to the station, I try to clarify the facts.

"I was on stage all evening and then in Chicago Hospital. There are witnesses galore. I didn't assault anyone."

The officials don't answer me, and I feel like shit. I know I didn't rob anyone. I also know that this is probably Jason's doing. But how am I supposed to prove it?

Again, I end up in a cell, this time at least I was allowed to call Richard first. He was just as horrified. He promised to let Mom and Dad know so they could fax the records from the hospital here to prove that I, or exactly my appearance, exist twice.

I am amazed when my parents show up in person at the station the next morning. Dad talks to the officer in charge, Mom goes to me.

"Mom," I stammer, and suddenly I feel like a six-year-old caught doing something stupid.

"Jordan, my baby. Dad and I are going to get you out of here. We know you're innocent. And then you and Mia are coming to stay with us and get better."

"At least a few days," I qualify. "The tour is still on."

She just waves it off nonchalantly.

"That's nothing new. But we'll make it work. And when I get my hands on Jason, I'll read him the riot act. I don't understand what can make a person so vicious. It can't be the genes."

"Oh, Mom," I sigh, leaning my head against the bars. She strokes my arm and takes my hand.

I have no idea how Dad does it, but just a few minutes later I'm on the loose again. Well, I'm still wearing the shackle, but good. We drive to the hospital, Mia really wanted to see Donnie and Jenny's daughter.