Guts, Rearranged {INCOMPLETE}

Chapter 13 =Arrest=

"Miss Prent, Miss Cherry, I'm afraid we've arrived." Matthew informs them, his voice not holding a drop of positivity. Neither of them had noticed they were close before arriving.

"Would you like me to accompany you?" Matthew asks, keeping his eyes on the police station that looms menacingly in the illumination of the street lights.

"That won't be necessary, Matthew." Steavie dismisses as she unbuckles herself and opens her door with Maggie.

"Thank you." Maggie mumbles before stepping out into the cold. The cold air fills her lungs, she gladly breathes it in, the chill helping to quell her nerves slightly. Her breath mists before her as she rounds the car to stand by Steavie's side who looks up to the station with disappointment. Without saying a word, they enter.

The station is brightly lit, very different from the empty darkness outside. It's eerily quiet with the lovely looking receptionist clicking away at a computer at the front desk. They approach with their footsteps echoing loudly against the gleaming polished floor. The woman looks up with a pleasant smile plastered on her tired face.

"Hey there, how can I help you?" She asks, her fingers finishing up their typing.

"We're here for Turner, first name Ann Marie." Steavie says, her stature returning to it's professional lawyer state. The woman's face falls briefly before catching herself and returning the forced smile

"I see." She says quietly. She stands, keeping her smiling face on them.

"I'll be right back." And with that, she exits through the door behind her.

When the door opens, loud incoherent shouting leaks into the looby where they stand, infecting the peaceful silence. The door closes behind her and the lobby's silence returns, the noise briefly echoes with the high ceilings.

Maggie stares at the door in fear, the shouting echoes in her ears.

"You don't think-" Before she can finish, the door opens and an older, larger man looks over at them. He bends to say something to the woman, the loud shouting and screaming drowning out their voices. The woman nods to him and goes to unlock the gate while the man beacons them with a wave of his hand. Without question, they enter to follow him.

They follow eagerly as he leads them through his office where police officers frown and cringe as they're drowned in the cries. Glancing around as they walk, she sees that she's caught the attention of another man who glares at them until their eyes meet and his expression turns. She watches him stand from his desk in a hurry, his stare fixated on her, yet her line of sight is broken when they enter a hallway. One side of the hallway is plastered heavily with eligible notes and timetables she can't read fast enough to understand as they pass. They approach the door holding the source of all the noise and Maggie holds her breath, unsure if she can come face to face with her friend in such a state.

They walk past the screaming door and round a corner before entering the first door on the right. Walking in, the room is dark and empty except for a large window taking up a majority of one wall that looks into a brightly lit room. The man leading them steps to the side and closes the door once they enter, he gestures to one of the seats at the counter-like table at the base of the window. However, Steavie and Maggie decline politely as they stare through the window.

Ann sits at a metal table where she's handcuffed to the centre, aggressively rocking and throwing herself around in her chair which remains sternly bolted to the floor where her ankles are cuffed and her waist is strapped in by a belt.

"She came to the station herself, even tried breaking our door getting in." The man starts, looking into the room with them.

"Can she see us?" Maggie asks, somewhat afraid of the answer as she sees her friend bucking around wildly.