Jeremy Kyle: Revenge

Chapter 8

Diana burst into the room. "Jeremy!" she screamed, looking worried. He quickly got up, confused at what was going on. "Diana? What happened?" He asked. "Dylan is in jail!" She quickly answered.

Jeremy left everything and ran out of the house.

-30 Minutes later-

"Dylan... McBribe?" The police man said. "That's me..." someone replied. "Come with me, please?"

Dylan sighed and followed.

He was taken to a small empty room, with only a table and 2 chairs facing each other. One of the chairs was already taken. "Sit down." The policeman who was sitting on the chair said, trying to look friendly, but awkwardly failing. Dylan sat down. "Leave us, please." The policeman said to the other, who left immediately.

"So... Dylan." He smiled, again, trying to look friendly. "How are you?" Dylan looked at the policeman. "Just get on with it..." he said. The policeman clearly looked disappointed, but his smile didn't leave his face. "Okay then... I'm officer James and I will be asking you a few questions today," he took out a piece of paper and started reading off it. "So..."

-At the same time, in the Police Station Reception-

Jeremy Kyle rushed into the Police Station and ran straight to the reception desk. "I'm looking for Dylan McBribe... He's supposed to be here in this Police Station, and I really need to..." he was interrupted. "Hold on sweetheart! Calm down! Jesus!" the girl at the desk replied. "So who's it you're looking for?" she asked. "His name is... umm..." he couldn't even think straight right now... There was so much going on right now. The e-mail from the chicken, Dylan being caught by the police... "Um... Dylan... Dylan McBribe!" he finally said.

The girl pressed a couple of keys on the keyboard on her computer and then replied. "He's in the question room. Could you take a seat over there and I'll tell you when he is free. Can I have your name and surname please?"

Jeremy sighed.

"Look... How about we make a deal?"

-In the question room-

"All right!" Officer James said. "Next Questions. Have you ever tried any other drugs? Any at all? It could be cannabis, it could be meth, it could be... um... could be anything at all..." he asked. Dylan was about to answer the question when the door opened. "Officer, can we have a quick word?" James sighed and then turned to Dylan. "I'll be right back, okay?"

The 2 policemen left the room and closed the door behind them. Dylan just stayed in the empty room, wondering what the fuck was going on. 

After around 3 minutes the door opened again.

"Alright then Dylan, uhh could you follow me?"