Savior

Chapter 25

My eyes widened as I looked toward the man I thought I knew. While the officers led him to the car, the only thing I could do was stand and watch as the person I loved was being dragged away from me. What had he done? Did this have anything to do with his attitude and behavior lately?

Soon enough, an officer noticed my staring and walked over. I was glad it was the middle of the week, so no-one would really be out.

"Sir, do you have any relationship with Mr. Fuentes?" the officer, whose nametag read 'Officer Burke,' asked politely.

"Y-yes. I live here," I whispered. I brought my hand to my mouth as tears formed in my eyes. "What did he do?"

"I can't really disclose that information right now, but if you want to you can come in and talk to the detective on the case. I'm sure he could give you the information you need as long as Victor can confirm you knowing each other," Burke explains. He points behind him and gestures for me to walk with him as he climbs into a car that is parked behind the one Vic is in. Once everyone is settled, we pull out of the street and make the ride to the station.

The whole way I'm a nervous wreck, chewing my nails and biting my lips as I watch the cars pass by in a blur. I couldn't stop thinking of what Vic could have done, and how negatively this affects both of our lives. I mean, if he's actually done something, he could lose his job and I would most certainly not be able to stay with a criminal. There is no way in hell I can have a newborn around him, if he even gets out of jail.

We pull into the station and watch as the officers in the car ahead of ours cuts off and the officers escort Vic out of it and into the large doors of the station.

"Are you ready?" Officer Burke asks, cutting off the engine and opening his door.

"Yes," I tell him, opening my own door and stepping out.

The place is dark and busy when I walk in. There are a few desks set up in rows going all the way down the room. At the back of the room, there are a few enclosed offices; probably for detectives and the chief.

"If you go this way, you can talk to the detective," the officer lets me know, pointing to an office in the back.

"Thanks," I murmur and walk the way he pointed. A few people almost bump into me on my way, and I find myself circling my arms around my stomach in fear of someone bumping into me just a little too hard.

When I reach the door, I hesitate for a moment before knocking, and hear footsteps on the other side. The woman's face is hard when she answers, but her expression immediately softens when she sees my state.

"Come in," she tells me.

"I'm here about Victor Fuentes. Officer Burke told me to talk to you," I say in a hushed tone.

"Oh, okay. Well, I'm detective Gunn. I'll be able to answer any questions you have, as long as you can prove that you are allowed to know the information. The case involving Victor is pretty complex, and we don't want information getting to the wrong people," Detective Gunn explains, running her hands through her long hair.

"I'm Vic's boyfriend. I'm also pregnant with his daughter." She nods, writing something down on a notepad that lays on her desk as I speak.

"Ah, so you're the famous boyfriend. You don't know anything about this case?" the detective wonders.

"Nothing. All I know is that when I got home from a get together with a friend, he was being led away from the house with handcuffs around his wrists," I explain, fiddling with my fingers and rubbing my hands around my stomach while I talk. I don't know if our daughter can sense my unhappiness or what, but my stomach feels kind of uncomfortable right now.

"Okay, well, the story is sort of extensive, and I have some things to do. If you want, you can wait for our interviews with Vic to be completed, or you can go home. There's not much to do here, but if you want to see him as soon as possible then you're welcome to stay. By the way, you can call me Lynn, if you like," Lynn says, standing up and grabbing a voice recorder and a note pad.

"I guess I'll stay. There were cops at my house when I left, anyway."

"That's alright. You can stay in here, or go wait by the lobby. He'll come through there and then we'll put him in a holding cell, and you can talk to him when he's in there," Lynn tells me. Before I get the chance to respond, though, an officer barges in.

"He's hysterical!" the officer yells, shaking his head and running back. Lynn goes after him, shouting orders.

I start to shake, and realize that this probably isn't the best situation for a pregnant person. I can't help it, though. I love Vic, and I can't leave him here. As I was thinking, I hear the door creak open, and I look to my right, seeing Mike standing at the threshold with a petrified look on his face.

"Why are you so freaked out?" I ask, hoping this isn't worse than I thought.

"Why aren't you? Vic just got arrested, and now he's being questioned by a bunch of officers. I can't believe this. It can't be right. What they told me- there is no way in hell. I-"

"Kellin, come here. He won't calm down and keeps yelling your name," Lynn tells me, breathing heavily as she holds onto the door handle with a serious look in her eyes.

I jump up quickly and run out of the room behind Lynn. It's probably not the best idea that I do so with me being pregnant, but at this point all I want to do is see Vic.

"He's in here. You get five minutes with him, then you have to leave and we have to question him. If he isn't compliant, then we have to keep him overnight; no matter how innocent he may be," Lynn explains, looking me straight in the eyes the whole time.

"O-okay," I stutter.

Lynn opens the door, and the first thing I see is a crying Vic curled up on the ground. He's mumbling something incoherent, and rocking back and forth. At the sound of the door opening, he jumps and looks up, making direct eye contact with me.

"Kellin!" he yells, shooting straight up and running over to me. Vic clutches onto me for dear life, and I hug him back just as tightly.

"What have you gotten yourself into, Vic?" I whisper into his shoulder. He just shakes his head and hugs me until he's completely stopped crying.

"Angel, I just want you to know that you need to go home and take care of yourself and our little girl. I don't want you to worry about me. I'll be fine. Just go home, unless you want to stay and see me after the interview," he speaks pathetically. His voice cracks a bit, and I can tell he's totally drained.

"I will if you want me to, but just know that I don't believe you did anything," I mutter into his neck, turning my face and smelling his sweet scent.

"I love you both so much," Vic tells me, breathing deeply before being taken away from me by the officers. I'm pulled back to reality and forced out of the room. Out of Vic and I's little fantasy where everything seems okay.

Nothing is okay.

I can tell from the look in his eyes, and the way the officer's posture is rigid and ready to take action. This isn't a simple misunderstanding.

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Love you all

Until tomorrow x