Glass Heart

Part Thirty-One

Malias POV:

As I arrived at the police station, I truly had to collect myself.

I took a few deep breaths until entering the building.

Immediately upon stepping into the police station, I couldn't focus.

There were noises everywhere. People yelling at desk clerks, computer keyboards typing, officers keys rattling, it was hard to remember what I even came in for.

Until I looked at the holding cells and saw Matt sitting there, playing with his shirt.

My fists balled up as I immediately thought about Kylie, as I thought about the fact that Matt hurt her.

Nobody hurts my Kylie. Nobody.

I started to walk over, my fists still clenched in a tight ball.

Before I got to the cell, I was stopped by a female guard.

"You look a little young to be in here, honey. Come sit down." She led me to her cubicle and I sat on the leather chair across from her.

"I just wanted to see someone. They're being held in the holding cell I think." I said, honestly.

The officer scratched her head before talking again.

"I'm gonna need some more background information, honey."

Why does this lady keep calling me that? I hated being called honey. The only person who's ever called me that was my mom.

I explained my entire situation to the officer, who just sat there and listened.

She ended up buying what I told her, and took me to the back holding cells.

I saw and made eye contact with Matt, my fists immediately balling up.

I was going to say something when I heard a familiar voice.

"Malia?" I turned towards the unknown and my jaw dropped.

I knew it.

As much as I was confident it was Shay, I so wanted to be wrong.

But I wasn't. I was right.

"Shay." My voice was shaky as I stood on the other side of the bars.

Shay stood up, walked towards me, and stopped.

"What is wrong with you, Shay?" My arms crossed, my voice still shaking.

One of my closest friends. Many of my best memories were made with Shay. I was in disbelief that this was our new reality.

"Kylie Cantrall was always going to be fine, nobody was going to hurt her. I just did what I was told," Her tone was cold and distant.

She couldn't even look me in the eyes. Her gaze was jumping around, on everything all at once.

"Matt?" I asked, my anger immediately masking my genuine concern.

"Yes, Matt made me do it." I clenched my jaw.

"Matt didn't make you do anything, Shay. You made the choice." We finally made eye contact. "Why? What did Kylie ever do to you? What does she have that forced you to do those things?"

I waited for an answer. My heart broke the more I looked at the blonde girl.

How could she do this? This isnt the kind of person I always believed Shay Rudolph was.

Shay looked at her feet, her body slightly rocking back and forth.

"You." I looked at Shay, who was staring. "She has you. I watched that interview. I saw the way you looked at her."