Chapter 15

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Giselle's POV

"The kids have been gone for 6 weeks now. We have had a few leads but nothing helpful. Skai Evans, Cory Price, Sage Aaron, Jessica Samuels, Zac Kaines, and Lance Bristow were taken by a man in his late fourty's. He has dark brown hair, hazel eyes which he wears glasses over, and stands at a heights of 6 feet 2 inches. He drives an old van that may be black. If you have any information on the man, please call local police with the number at the bottom of your screen. Caroline Cradshaw back to the studio." Said a young news reporters from Fox 13.

When she was done she walked back to her van and left. There were many television reporters outside of my aunt's house, probably twelve.

The news of Skai and her friends being kidnapped made it's way around quickly. The local police have never seen something like this before and had to call in the FBI to help.

As I'm standing there thinking people started crowding me. Asking me questions that I didn't pay attention to. There was a talk man in a suit walking over to me.

"Are you Giselle Parker, Skai's cousin?" He asked me with a serious look on his face.

"That would be me, how can I help you?" I asked him. He showed me his badge.

"Giselle Parker you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you saw can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to talk to a lawyer and have him present with you while you are being questioned." He began.

As he began speaking my Miranda Rights to me, cold handcuffs were put around my wrists. When he finished he put me in the back of a police car and the car went speeding off.

What just happened? Are they blaming for the the kids' disappearance? I told them I didn't seem what happened to them. Why don't they believe me? I'm telling the truth. Why would they arrest me?

I became more angry as thoughts raced through my mind. I couldn't decide what hurt more. Being accounted as a suspect for my cousins kidnapping or nobody believing me.

"Get out." Said a police officer as he opened the door.

I stepped out of the door and looked at the building ahead of me. It seemed to be a jail . We walked in and went to the line up. I got my picture taken and was handed a orange jumpsuit.

"Change into this. Take out all possessions and out them into this bag." Another officer told me as she was handing me a ziploc with my name on it.

When I was done, I was thrown into a jail cell where I meat my new roomate.

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Hey there! I hope this chapter wasn't confusing. A lot of little details in this chapter will help you understand some stuff later on. Comment & vote!

XOXO ~Savannah

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