The Veracity About Hope

Chapter Fourteen

Hello! Brace yourselves? This is the longest chapter I've ever made and I hope you, readers, would like it >.< eep~~ Enjoy! xxoo

Chapter Fourteen

This is not what I wanted to do on my free day. This is not what I'm supposed to do at three in the morning. This is not what anyone would want. Instead of being on my ever so loving bed, I am here driving a rental car. My eyes drooped and I pinched my side, hard, so that I would prevent myself from being pulled to sleep and meet accident and broken bones.

"Ms. Freeman?" I looked up to the officer standing in front of me with a disheveled boy beside him. I didn't answer but just simply looked at the officer, avoiding his gaze.

"Sign these and he's good to go." He gave me a clipboard with the papers I would sign. I didn't even bother to read what was written there. I just wanted to go home and forget I was even here.

Once I was finished, I said my thanks to the officer and wore my black coat on as I walked out the building. I was too cranky to even care if he was following me behind. I got in the car and shut my eyes and tried to slow my breathing as I heard the passenger door shut.

"Uhm... Thanks." He muttered so quietly that it wasn't even audible anymore. My eyes snapped open and glared at him.

"I didn't drive all the way here and pick you up at the police station and then just bring you back to your place. I need explanations, Oliver." I gripped the steering wheel like it would help me control my anger.

I haven't seen him in days and just when I was about to actually really miss him this is what God gives me. Ah he really does work in wonders!

He just stared at the window, avoiding my eyes. I probably looked like a hyena with a very sour look on my face. Maybe I even looked like Grinch. But I have every right to give him this look.

"Didn't the police officers tell you?" He let out an annoyed sound. And with that, I snapped. The nerve on my head might be popping now for all I care. What's with his attitude? I just want to slap him until the annoyed sound that came out of his mouth didn't exist. I closed my eyes again and tried to calm my breathing and when I opened my eyes, he was already looking at me like I was a bomb or a lion on the loose.

"They did tell me, alright." My voice slightly rising. "They told me you were in this pub and you got in a drunk fight. Just like any typical pub scene. What I want to know is why you got in a fight," I started to point out with my fingers. "Why did you let yourself be careless enough to drink so much and get your hands cuffed behind your back? Why haven't I seen you these past few days and did you even attend to your classes? And why are you being such a wreck?"

The silence was so deafening, I just wanted to scream.

"Answer me or I swear to Go---"

"Be quiet for a moment, Cec. You asked so much questions and I'm still trying to process them in my mind. May I just remind you that since I was obviously drunk, I'm having a hangover. My head is throbbing like mad and I think I'm also breaking down into a fever." He was leaning his head now on the window and breathing slowly. I instinctively placed my hand on top of his head. I gasped when I felt he was extremely hot.

"Where's your place?" I asked as I started the car and looked away from him.

He gave me directions as I drove and by the time I stopped outside of his building, the sky had a tinge of pink and blue already. I felt the heaviness in my eyes but I shook it off and reminded myself that I have to stay awake.