Escape(Harry Styles)

Chapter 22: Any Better

~Hazel's POV~

The next day didn't seem to get any better.

My father was gone all day and he didn't let us leave the house. My mother kept herself busy with cleaning and cooking while I locked myself up in my room. I laid there in bed most of the time, still dwindling on the fact I'd never see Harry again. A good long hour passed until my mom came in to ask if I was alright and I nearly cried again because I wasn't, but I held it together enough to feed her a relieving lie. After that, I figured I may as well make something of myself and begin packing so that I could go back to school in less than a month. I was sluggish, but got enough done before a couple more hours passed and my father came over for a quick lunch break to fill us in. Again, we sat quietly beside my father while he ate so we could hear.

"New information has come up. After a full lock down day in the prison we finally decided to go to the other inmates." He began calmly. "We told them all that if any of them had any information or were any part of it, they could be dismissed of the death penalty if they fessed up now."

"And?" I eagerly questioned without meaning to, immediately thinking of Max.

My father glared at me suspiciously before continuing, "A young inmate by the name of Max George bitched out." I almost groaned, but stopped myself. "He was in the same cell block as they were, he showed us his vent that was chipped through and agreed to tell us everything on the record, and in return his life is spared for speaking up." He paused dramatically. "We've taken him into custody so that he can make his official statement, hes going to have to talk to in front of all the other cops and detectives this evening and Hazel, I want you to be there too." He said pointing.

"Me? Why?"

"They want their own questions with you first, regarding the inmates because you were the psychologist of all three of them."

I ignored him because I wasn't in the mood and instead ran up to my room to slam the door. I kept packing and waited a few hours until I was called to dinner. After dinner my mother informed me I needed to get ready for the interrogation. I got ready in time for my father to barge in the house demanding things out of me.

"You tell them strictly the truth, I dont want you using your mind games on them, this is serious Hazel. Don't give them bullshit, don't you dare." He stared me down for a while before adding, "I'll  be addressing you as Dr. Babyak."

I didnt say anything, I simply nodded and followed him into the interrogation room that they had in the cell house. Like my father had said, I was going first and they  would only ask a few questions. I was up for the challenge of masking my true feelings because I had to calm down and not be as emotional about this, not in front of these people. I was lead to the little room where there was already a man waiting there, he was an African American man and he looked huge; well built and threatening. I stood by the closed door a moment before he smiled and called me over, insisting this is all just routine work. He seemed kind but I knew better than to quickly judge, I sat down in front of him.

"Good afternoon Dr. Babyak, my name is Marvin. And how are you?"

I stayed with my front pressed against the table despite my instinct to sit back and relax, "I'm doing good, how are you?"

"Im great thank you for asking." He smiled at me, which I noticed was disgustingly fake now that I was so close. "I'd like to ask you a few questions regarding Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, and Liam Payne if that is alright."

"Thats what Im here for." I shrugged, imagining my fathers scolding already.

"You chose Styles as your own patient, correct?"