swirl ›› cameron dallas

two

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{breanna's pov}
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I was in the police station looking around waiting for the cop to walk
into the room. I can't even use my phone because they have it now and
I'm getting tired.

I placed my arms on the table and laid my head over them. I closed my
eyes and felt them getting heavy, really heavy.
A woman walked in and I quickly opened my eyes.

"Can I go now ?" I asked and she looked at me from the bottom to the top.

"I'm so sorry but I can't decide anything." She replied with an
apologetic smile. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes again.

"You shouldn't asleep." I heard the woman saying making me
lightly open my eyes .

"Can I go eat something at least ?"

"Down the hall you have a coffee machine and next to it you have the
snack machine." She explained doing the gestures with her hand.

"Thank you so much" I said getting up.

I rubbed my eyes while I was walking down the hall and slid my hand inside my pocket to grab some coins.

When I reached, I looked to the machine for a while searching for a chocolate. Kit-Kat, perfect. I inserted some coins and pressed the number. My face quickly turned blank when the chocolate got bogged down.

"You gotta be kidding me." I mumbled.

Suddenly, I felt a hand passing next my head beating on the machine. With a jump, my back hit the machine and I quickly brought my hand to my chest.
He looked at me and leaned in.

"Here." He said handing me my chocolate.

"Thanks..." I said taking it from his hands. I opened the kit-Kat and eat a little. I looked back at him and he was staring. "What ?" I asked chewing it and he chuckled.

"I was just wondering."

"About what ?"

"About what you're doing here."

"Eating, isn't it obvious.." I said a little more confident this time because at first he scared me.

"You know what I meant..." He said shaking his head a little with a smile.

"I robbed a bank." I said making him raise his eyebrows.

"For real? Tell me more about that..." He said leaning against the machine.

"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you." I said seriously and he laughed.

"Breanna Jordan, to the room number 8" I heard a voice saying coming from the speakers and that made my heart beat fast.

I threw the package of the chocolate to the trash can and walked away, not even looking at him again because I was focused on something else.

I opened the room's door and a cop was sitting there. I grabbed the chair and sat there.

"Breanna Jordan ?" He asked and I nodded. "Well, we analysed your case and it's the first time that this happens with you, so we're gonna forgive you. I hope you learnt the lesson."

"I did Sir. Thank you." I said relieved, I just wanna go home now.

"You can go now. Here's your phone." He said as we got up and then I left the room.

I walked to the waiting room and typed Kylie's number. After a while she picked up.

"Hey, where are you and what's going on?" She asked and I could notice that she was worried.

"I'm in the police station, can you pick me up ?"

"Sure, I'm going."

I hung up the call and sat there waiting for her. I was playing with my nails when I saw her walk in.

"Finally." I said getting up.

"Is everything okay ?" She asked hugging me.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Let's go. You don't have to worry with anything. We cleaned your house, it's like nothing happened." Kylie said and I looked at her smiling.

"Thanks."

"So what did they tell you ?" She asked as we walked outside in direction of her car.

"I'll explain you tomorrow, I'm really tired Kylie." I told her and she nodded.

She opened her door and when I was about to open mine, I could swear I saw him again getting into a black Range Rover.

"What are you searching for ?" Kylie asked from inside the car. I took a last look around and got in.

"Nevermind, let's go, I just wanna get out of here."

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