Bad Things

|Chapter Thirteen |

My stomach drops to the floor while I tighten my grip on Noah's hand.  They're here for me, they know I killed Jackson.  They are here to arrest me.  There's no getting out of this now.  I'm going to have to tell them the whole story. 

I'm going to have to call my father.

The hall way is mayhem as the police turn their attention to us.  I want to throw up as tears spring to my eyes. 

"Hands were we can see them!" two cops say in almost unison.  Noah's hand squeezes mine a little harder before dropping my hand and raising them above his head .  I am in shock and I can't make my body cooperate.  They shout at me again.  I still don't move.

"Do as they ask, love," Noah says calmly next to me.  There's not even a tremor in his voice.

Of course he's not nervous, he didn't kill anyone.

My hands shake as I raise them above my head, blood whooshing in my ears.  The men shouting sound like they are in a tunnel.  If they didn't already know I had killed Jackson, my guilty expression has to be a dead giveaway.  No pun intended.

"Turn around and back slowly towards the sound of my voice," another cop calls.

I turn around, Noah following me.  He looks over at me, his eyes trying to tell me something.  I can't decode the message though.  I am terrified and I have no thoughts other than, I'm going to jail, on a loop.

I hadn't even registered I had started crying, but seeing Noah's face makes me sob harder.  I'll never see him again.  They are going to lock me up forever. 

"Olivia, you have to calm down," he says calmly, quietly beside me.  "And keep your mouth shut."

Calm down, like I can calm down when there's a swat team about to take me in.  My arms hurt from holding them in the air while we walk backwards.  This hallway is so long and I can't believe I haven't tripped.

All of the buzz I had earlier has left my body.  I have to be in shock, I don't realize I'm shaking until the man cuffing me yells at me to stop moving.

"What are we being arrested for?" Noah asks calmly.

"You are just being detained, for now," the officer cuffing him barks.

Noah and I are sat down next to my doorway, I hear the police turning things over inside.  I'm still shaking violently beside Noah.

"W-Warrant," I stutter through chattering teeth to Noah.

"Good girl," he says softly and kisses my hair.  It's awkward since we are both handcuffed, but it's comforting nonetheless.  "Do you have a warrant?" Noah demands, to the cop guarding us.

"We don't need one," he grins cruelly at us.

I try to search my brain, if they feel like we might destroy evidence he's right, they don't need a warrant.  However, we are not criminals - okay, he's not a criminal, we haven't been charged.  They don't even know Jackson is dead.  Unless, they do know and we are suspects.  They would have brought us in for questioning before all of this.  If anything, they would have done this while we were being questioned.  All of this feels suspicious.

"Why are you searching us?" Noah tries, he winces as something breaks in my apartment.

"We got a tip that the two of you are working together to cover up Jackson's disappearance."

Noah laughs incredulously, I don't think it's funny though.  I swallow so loud it sounds like it's echoing in here.

"There's nothing here," I hear a cop say to a woman in street clothes, "No evidence and nothing to suggest she covered anything up.  His DNA is still everywhere, there's no bleach spots to indicate she tried to get rid of blood."