Wolven Wars: Colliding Worlds

Chapter two: Fake Answers to Real Questions

Holly's POV:

"Sir, we've got him!" A man in a suit yelled from a desk, hanging up the phone.

I looked around the police station waiting in a chair with a bored expression; a small pang of nervousness made its way into my stomach. I was going to be questioned today, again; by the same two detectives that have been questioning me ever since I have been back.

Spotting the two said detectives, I leaped up to my feet and followed them without a word. We entered an interrogation room, after turning so many corners. I sat down in a chair as Detective Foster closed the door.

"Aright then... You were sucked into a game... Correct?" Detective Millar questioned with a taunting tone, smirking.

I nodded furiously, glaring at the blonde man. Asshole... I thought with a snarl, you'd think he would be sympathetic to a girl who's disappeared for five months...

"Cut the crap, stop lying, and tell the truth," He snickered, causing my temper to flare.

"I'm not fucking lying!" I pounded my fist against the table, glaring at the two detectives.

Detective Millar glared back, taking a seat across the table from me. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, looking at me with baby blue guarded eyes.

Detective Adam Millar was a white man, wearing a black suit and a tie to match; dress shoes matching also. He had blonde hair, and buzz haircut.

"Holly, I'm going to ask one more time... How were you abducted from your home?" Detective Millar questioned, leaning forward and folding his arms on the table.

I opened mouth to argue, but decided against it. I'll tell them what they want to hear... I thought with an inward growl.

"Once the three of us got to my house, we decided to play outside for a while; seeing it was a beautiful afternoon and a Friday..." I described the sunny day, lying with every detail that left my throat, "We had noticed this white SUV Cadillac... It had been driving up and down the street a couple times."

"Did you ever get a good look at the license plate?" Detective Foster questioned, looking up from his notes that he had taken so far.

Detective Levi Foster was an African American, dressed in a black suit with a matching tie, and dress shoes; the top of his head shined with the light slightly, he was bald.

"No," I shook my head, before continuing with my lies, "The car finally stopped, making us weary... Four men climbed out of the SUV."

"Can you describe these men?" Detective Millar questioned, also taking notes.

I shook my head slowly.

"Someone grabbed me from behind, placing a black rag over my head quickly... I tried fighting back, hearing my brother and his girlfriend scream... I wasn't strong enough..." I sighed, dropping my gaze as the memory of Gonzales attacking my brother flooded my mind.

"Please, continue... We need to prevent this from happening to another family..." Detective Foster urged me on, softly.

Trust me... It won't happen to another family, not with Stephano protecting the orb... My heart stung with the memory of leaving the golden being behind.

"They stuffed us in the car without a word... Someone pressed a hand onto of my nose, forcing me to smell this... Gas... Knocking me out cold..." I struggled to find a word to describe the smell that I was lying of.

Both Detectives nodded, silently urging me to carry on with my story.

"The next thing I remember, the three of us where in a small room. After a couple days of being trapped in that room, they fed us... Then, they took Savanna and I to separate rooms... Daniel tried fighting, only to get knocked out by two of the men..." I stopped, allowing them to take their notes.