Dead By Night Time - [ENGLISH]

44. Set The Innocent Free.

Pov Jimmy Conkling
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Wyatt had taken the lead over the dangerous situation, leaving me with some others back at the station. I didn't mind that he didn't choose me to come along, because now I could work further from here. I decided I would go back to my office again so I could go further with my paperwork which had to be done by the end of this week when I heard the sliding entrance doors open and a woman sniffling, which sounded like she was crying. 

I had to pass the entrance anyway to get to my office, so I moved to look at what was going on. A familiar looking girl was standing at the now closed entrance, wiping some tears from her cheeks as she held one of her in blood soaked sleeves against her nose.

'Bea?' I called her name surprised as I made my way over to her. She looked at me with her teary eyes and hummed hoarse in response.

'What happened?' I asked as I took her wrist gently, pulling it down to see that her nose was bleeding. With a sigh I kept holding her wrist gently as I led her to the closest bathroom, letting her lean over the sink.

'He punched me again.' She sobbed as I helped her to lean over the sink, making her pinch the bridge of her nose to stop the bleeding. My eyebrows drew together as I heard her sentence, making me wonder about who she was talking.

'Okay, I see, let's stop that bleeding first before we go on talking, alright?' I asked as I leaned beside her on the sink, looking at her gently. She looked tired and her skin was pale, not really healthy. 

She wasn't supposed to look like this after more than a month that she was free again. She nodded as answer and closed her eyes for a while as she tried to stop sobbing. I moved aside to grab a hand towel from the cupboard underneath the sink, wetting it a little before handing it to Bea.

'You can keep it against your nose, let's get you to my office.' I said rubbing a hand down her back before leading her by the shoulders through the corridors, opening the right before letting her sink in a chair.

'You want a cup of tea?' I asked while walking back to close the door, looking back over my shoulder to see her nod. With a hum I moved to the little sink at the left of my office, putting the water on hot before filling a cup, dipping a green tea bag in it before bringing it towards the girl, and putting it on the edge of my own desk in front of her. She nodded slightly as she held her eyes on the cup while I sat down in the guest chair beside her, shoving a little closer.

'You want to tell me what happened and who punched you.' I spoke up gently, trying to sound softer than my voice usually did to sooth her a little. She used her free hand to rub over one of her thighs before she pulled her knee up to her chest, shrugging a little.

'Dustin did it.' She answered one of the questions, her eyes filling again with tears as she mentioned the name of the boy. I nodded as I grabbed a note block to write it down. Dustin punching Bea? While he didn't leave prison that long ago? He must have been missing his cell then.

'Do you know why he did it?' I asked, watching how she shook her head as tears escaped her eyes again, rolling down her still damp cheeks.

'I was in my bedroom and suddenly he was in there too and, and-' Sobs interrupted her and kept her from talking as she pulled her phone out, handing it to me as I saw she had a voice recorder opened on a record that was made a few minutes ago. 

I raised an eyebrow as I put on the volume and carefully listened to what was said in the recording. Dustin telling her to stay silent was what it began with as he started hissing things at her that he would "do it all over again" and this time wouldn't have any mercy with her.