𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵 (🟢)

15

I nodded slowly, gulping down the last bit of pride I had left.
"So...do we do the questioning now..?" The deputy nodded his head firmly, leading me to a room with dim lights and padding along the walls. I shivered; not just because it was cold, but because as soon as we walked in, there he was. The cold blooded killer, the one I called my lover.
"Jenn!?" He raised his head, his eyes looked colder than ever. His hands were cuffed in front of him, he was strapped to his seat by a leather belt. They sure were creative when it came to restraints.
"Jennison, you may take a seat in any chair you'd like." The deputy spoke, showing me three seats next to Dallas. I sat in the one farthest from him.
"Well, I suppose we should start with the questioning." He started a recording, getting a piece of paper and writing down what looked like my name.
"Alright. Please start with your name, age, and your relation to the man in question, Dallas Winston."
"My name is Jennison Walker, I'm 17, and I am Dallas's..." I looked at Dallas, knowing I couldn't call him my boyfriend.
"I am a close friend of Dallas's. He's like my brother."
"Alright, when was the last time you've seen Dallas?" I thought for a second, biting my lip.
"I think...a few weeks ago? We had an argument, and I never reached out to him since."
"I see. What was the argument in regards to?"
"I don't see how that is relevant to this..."
"My question stands. What was the argument?"
"I...I brought up how we should have visited some of our other friends, but he refused. He was my boyfriend at the time, so I broke things off and left. We were staying the night at a bar which belongs to our friend Buck." The deputy nodded his head, writing every single detail down.
"You are aware of what Dallas has done in regards to student Bob Sheldon, correct? What do you have to say about this?" I bit my lip, turning to Dallas.
"Why would you do such a thing? Dallas, I could understand stealing from a small store, or getting into small fights. But have you seriously thought of what will happen to you since you've killed that boy? Dallas, you're gonna die! You'll sit in that electric chair, and you'll die. How could you be so selfish?" Dallas didn't even look up, he just stared at the floor.
"I'm sorry..I can't do this." I stood up and ran out of the dimmed room, crying out loud. I slid down the wall outside, covering my face with my jacket sleeves.
I never knew what I would get myself into when I fell in love with Tulsa's bad boy.

I definitely never thought I'd get involved in a murder case.