Enternal love

28 || promises

CAMILA DEVINTS

"Why am I being interviewed?" I rock my fingers against the table nervously.

"Interrogation, Ms. Devints." He corrects as if it was a life or death situation.

"He's in the hospital and you brought me to a god damn room?! What kind of cops are you?"

"Settle your voice or it won't work as well, please." Like a please meant something.

"Please shut the fuck up and maybe I will."

He glares at me, "talking back to an officer can get you in jail, we don't want that, do we Ms. Devints?"

I pause, "my name is Camila... please."

He ignores me and looks down at his clip board. "How long have you known Mr. Ross?"

"Can we stop with this political shit?"

"Answer the question." He's talking so calmly. I hate that.

"I don't know, a couple months."

"And it says here you've been living with him? Can you explain that for me?"

"I sleep at his house, and stay there all day."

He glares at me again, "Camila."

"I just moved in with him, like a roommates thing."

"Did you help pay for anything?"

"No."

"So it wasn't a roommates thing?"

"Why does this matter?"

He pauses for a moment like he was thinking.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Barry."

"Like the fruit?"

He ignores me. What a dick.

"Can you please explain your connection with Mr Ross?" He moves on.

"Gabriel."

He stares at me.

"I don't know what we are."

"Do you kiss?"

Who the hell does he think he is?

"Yes."

"Have you said I love you?"

I pause, "yes you creep."

"Okay then, boyfriend." He jots it down. "Did you know anything about Gabriel being in the mafia?"

Fuck. Don't think don't think..

"No. He's in the mafia?"

He nods. "Yes." He glances down at the lie detector, staring at it. "It says here Gabriel would leave his house a lot, where did you think he was going?"