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interrogation

later that monday evening, i was asleep in my bed. darry had told me to rest after i complained that my head was hurting.

i was woken up by people talking downstairs. i heard voices that i didn't recognize. i slowly got out of bed before walking over to my door and opening it.

the voices became more clear after i opened the door so i stood there for a moment to listen.
"we just need to know where your sister is, mr. curtis. we have direct orders to bring her in."

"she's a fifteen year old girl, this is absurd!"
darry said.

i crept out of my room and over to the top of the stairs.

"where is she?"
i heard a low voice ask.

i walked downstairs to see two police officers, darry, and sodapop standing in the living room.

"what's going on?"
i asked.

one police officer was tall and skinny, with sunken in eyes and purple lips. the other was bigger and bald with a thick mustache.

they both looked at me.

"fizzle curtis?"
the tall one asked.

"yes."
i nodded.

the bald one started to walk over to me, taking out his handcuffs.
"you are under arrest.. you have the right to remain silent. anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. you have the right to an attorney. if you can not afford an attorney, one will be provided for you by the state."

"this is ridiculous!"
sodapop said.

he handcuffed me and started to lead me out of the house. i was in such a state of shock i didn't say anything at first.
"for what? what did i do?"

darry scoffed, walking over to the other officer.
"this must be a mistake."

the officer looked at him.
"it's not, sir. she was the last person to see james andrews alive.."

"fizz, don't you worry. we'll follow you down to the station. do not say a word until we get there, you hear me? not a word."
darry said as i was being forced out of the house.
"you're going to be alright, i promise!"

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i was sitting in a brightly lit interrogation room at the police station. there was a two way mirror, so i knew there were people watching me.

i squinted my eyes. the bright lights made my head throb.

one of my hands was cuffed to the table and there was a glass of water placed in front of me. i had been sitting there for about 30 minutes, which gave me plenty of time to think about what to do next.

the door to the room opened and darry walked through with a middle aged man in a grey suit.

darry rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around me, cradling my head.
"i'm gonna get you out of here, don't worry."

"mr. curtis, take a seat.."
the man said.

darry looked at him for a second before letting go and sitting down in the chair next to me.

"i'm detective hotchner, i'm working james' case.."
he said, sitting down and placing a file and a notepad in front of him.

"fizzle, you were dating james before he was killed, correct?"
he asked.

"uhm.. sorta. we dated for a little but then he got weird so i stopped talking to him."
i shrugged.

"what do you mean he got weird?"
he asked.