Angel face, Devil thoughts'

Chapter-5

I was astounded by where I was the instant I opened my eyes.
And the bed I was sleeping on. I looked around the room, and there was only one bed in the corner where I was sleeping, as well as a table and two seats in the center of the room, and translucent glass on the gray wall. The lights are dim, and the bed is really uncomfortable.
I miss my warm, snug bed and my soft comforter. This bed feels like lying on the ground, and there is no covering. I hurriedly stood up and realized I was still wearing my party dress, which was rather revealing and had no jacket to protect my body. I was alone in this dreary room. I drank a cup of water next to the brick bed. I instantly recalled everything that occurred last night.

The party, the blonde guy, the people I danced with, random guys who asked to make out with me, Aria telling me about the drug dealers at my party. 
When everyone was fleeing my house. The cop who arrested me... I was arrested.

Oh my gosh. 'Oh my God,' I said louder this time; I've been arrested. No way.
There is no fucking way. My parents must have discovered the truth by now, but I still need to contact them to get help. I didn't have any adult friends to bail me out. I can't call my brother because I know how angry he'll be. I smoothed my clothing and used my hand to straighten my hair. I knew I looked like a mess, but I needed to get the fuck out of here. 

I took a deep breath and proceeded to the dark gray door. I peered through the clear glass in the middle of the door and saw no one. What the fuck? Then a cop passed by and didn't catch me peeking through the door, so he just walked past it. That had to be a hallway. I opened the door and exited the room.
The hallway was considerably cooler than the—
I think as I peek up at the sign over the door. 'Interrogation Room, A106'.
I took a few steps, and the instant I stepped inside a room, there were a lot of officers working on the computer and some on the phone. I took a long breath. I just realized what's going on. I wasn't in a cell but rather in an interrogation room. But why? I just stood there frozen, and no one approached. Everyone was pretty busy. Could I simply pass through that door and escape? Maybe no one will notice. And I might be protected from peril. I hope.
I took another step, but I froze as I noticed the man who had detained me the night before approaching me with a cup of coffee in his hand.
Last night, I had no idea how attractive he was. but DAMN. He appeared too young to be an officer, but it had to be his genes. The officers were usually in their fifties, I believe.

"Get back in that room." I didn't realize he was already standing right in front of me until I smelled the coffee. I return to the interrogation room without asking any questions. I'm not sure why I listened so quickly, but the quiet room was much better than a place crowded with officers. He trailed behind me as I entered Room A106.
"Sit there," he said, motioning to the seat in front of him, and I sat without complaint. He took a seat across from me and set his coffee down on the table. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at me.
"What?" I questioned him, expecting him to start asking me questions or something, but all he did was raise one eyebrow and stare at me.

"Why are you listening to me out of nowhere? I thought you're the stubborn type." He replied. Then I flash back to last night when he ordered me inside, and I couldn't stop whining even after he assured me that everything I said would be used against me in court. I continued to speak.
"Can you just do whatever you're going to do? I need to go home," I say, getting to the fucking point. I don't have all day.
"Oh," he said with a smile, "I'm sorry, darling, but I'm afraid you're going to stay here longer than you thought." He says. placing the coffee back on the table. I glared at him, and he glared back.
I took the coffee cup and drank all of it before placing it in front of him and smiling. "If you're going to drink it, you could've finished it earlier," I reply, wiping my lips with the back of my palm.
"God, the amount of sugar you put in this coffee—you can't have anything without sugar." I asked mockingly.
"The sweeter the better," he replies, leaning back in his chair. "Haven't your parents taught you not to eat strangers' food?"
"Haven't your parents ever taught you to offer food first before eating in front of people?" I hope that makes sense.
He scoffed, "Unfortunately, no," he says, placing some papers on the desk, "but they do tell me to give food to the needy. I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were really hungry."
I rolled my eyes at him. I couldn't think of anything more to say. "What am I even doing here? I wasn't the one selling drugs," I snapped.
"God, you're bad at this; no one even mentioned drugs, but in that case, I'll add it to the list," he says, pulling a pen from his shirt pocket and writing something down.
"NO! Listen, I didn't do anything; I just hosted a regular high school party, and sure, some people exchanged pills, but I wasn't participating, and I had no idea who it was; my friend simply informed me, and I wasn't even on the party floor while it was going on and—"
He sighed heavily. "Can you stop talking and let me tell you what you were charged with?" 

I chewed my bottom lip, hoping that my parents hadn't found out yet and that I could go home freely once they realized I was innocent.
"Good, So Beatrice, you were arrested for underage drinking and accused of being a kidnapper or murderer." I'm not sure if I was still asleep or awake, but whatever was going on was insane. This must be a nightmare or a dream. I need to get up. I looked around, and everything seemed real, including the man in front of me. There was no way I could be charged with murder. I had no idea I was a murderer. I couldn't even kill a fly. My mind had gone completely blank. My eyes widened in surprise as I considered what he had just said.
"Wait—what are you talking about?" I tried to think of the right words to say, but my mind felt like it was being hit by a tsunami.
"How am I accused of being a murderer..." I asked, perplexed by everything that I just heard.
"Or a kidnapper? I understand the underage drinking, but what the fuck?"

He sighed and glanced at his watch. "Anyways, as I said, 'accused' so it's not confirmed yet, but I've interviewed some people at your school, and you're the only one they mostly mentioned that might be involved in this case, and before you say anything, let me finish," I hastily shut my mouth. He's incredibly obnoxious, but because he's a cop or detective, I have no choice but to listen to him.

"I've informed your parents about the situation, and they said they won't be able to come around for a while because they're too busy, but I'm going to help clear your name. In that case, I need you to be honest with me, and if I can't clear your name, you'll end up going to jail, so you better bear with me, got it?" I'm dumbfounded as fuck because he just dropped a bomb on me. What on earth could he have been talking about it? and I sincerely hope it's not what's on my mind.
"Hold on—what are you talking about? My parents hired you. Are you a detective or a cop?" I can't even begin to understand.

He smiled briefly before vanishing. "I'm an FBI agent, and we're going to work on the case of the disappearance of Ally Wilson. You're going to give me anything you know about her, and I'll do my job, and you must prove yourself if you're not guilty, which means you're not involved in her disappearance, but if you are, you can plead guilty right now and don't waste my time."