𝒋𝒂𝒙 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒔
𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
scarlett left charming on a bad note, but after her brother is put in jail for a year, she de...
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❛I'm sorry, Donna, I love you. ❜
chapter twenty seven.
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IT'S THE DAY of Donna's funeral when the police come around to the house to question Scarlett about the events of that night. They'd left her with a few days to somewhat recover and come to turns with the product of the events, but they needed to know what happened in order to find whoever destroyed Donna's life.
Scarlett's sat on the sofa in the living room, while Luke and Camille are out of the house like usual. Two police officers are sat opposite on small chairs she'd dragged from the kitchen, while another man is positioned in the doorway. She's not sure why three cops is necessary for a simple witness questioning.
Her hands are fiddling in her lap as they relay question after to question towards her. She tries her hardest to answer them all clearly and without showing how much she's struggling inside to even think about the incident. She hates looking so small and destroyed while she's surrounded by men, who probably have no care in the world for her mental health.
Each question is another dig in the heart and as she speaks her replies, the scratching off the officer's pens on their paper is irritating her. She wants to ask them to leave, possibly even shout at them a little. But she has no energy to even give them an annoyed look. She just stares across at them, as if her eyes are voids. Not that they seem to care, as they just keep their eyes on their paper whilst they rattle of stupid questions like;
"Did you hear anything?"
She wants to reply with; 'No. There was a gun being fired and I heard nothing.'
Instead she simply says. "Yeah. Gunshots and the glass shattering."
The cops continue to bother her for the next half an hour, until the one positioned by the door finally decides enough is enough with a low cough to signal that he's ready for departure. Scarlett stays completely still as the three men leave her house, and once she hears all their car doors slam shut, she looks over at the clock on the wall.
Camille's coming back to pick her up for Donna's funeral in fifteen minutes. She's still in her fucking pyjamas. Why would the stupid cops come so early on the day to question her, knowing damn well she has a funeral to attend?
She moves around the house quickly, throwing on a pair of black jeans and tight fitted black top. Running a brush through her hair, she hears Camille's truck roll onto the driveway and she leaves the engine running as she jumps out and heads towards the front door. By the time she's opened the door, Scarlett is already a few metres in front of her, zipping up her block combat boots.
