Catching Me (Being Edited) ✔

Bittersweet (19)

Okay so I was going to write Twenty-two chapters but I started writing chapter twenty one and I felt like it was dragging on a bit, so this is the second to last chapter and well some of you may hate me for this.

Rosie

xoxo

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There is always something very creepy about a police station. It’s where justice is served; yet, you felt as if ghosts were wandering around. I feel shivers go up my spine every second I sit here. Jordan is in the chair next to me. He may be sweet in my presence, but I know he isn’t going to be nice to the cops. He is going to be rude, mean, harsh, and unhelpful. He holds my hand under the table and we sit here, waiting. We had been pulled to the police station due to the fact that there has been another fire, another fire that was trying to blame me.

    A tired Gavin walks through the door and checks our files down on the table. My name is across the one in front of me, and Jordan’s is across the one in front of him. They are of similar size, but I would say Jordan’s is slightly thicker than mine is.

    “Open up the file. And I want you to tell me what is on the front page.” Jordan opens his but I just feel scared and stare at the file in front of me. Jordan is the first to do the talking.

    “You can’t be serious?” Gavin nods his head and Jordan says, “Look, the fire was at about eleven, right?” Again, Gavin’s head nods and Jordan continues, “Well, all my friends can say I was with them. It was about this time Scarlett got in a fight with some girl and, well, she threw beer and eggs over her before threatening to either hurt or kill her, saying that she has already killed people, so it didn’t mean anything.”

    Gavin says, “I know you don’t have anything to do with this Jordan, but I have to add it to your files because it is protocol. Scarlett has never been alone when a fire has been started and it doesn’t make sense. I am looking after this case because I know Scarlett better than any of the other cops. Jordan, I have arrested you plenty of times before. One thing I should say.” He puts a picture of Carter in front of me and I look confused.

    “He died.” My mouth falls open and Jordan glares at him. I suddenly begin to break down. Tears steam down my check and neck, drenching my shirt. Jordan pulls me against his body and I bury my face in chest as the tears turn thicker and fall faster. “I told his parents this morning and you are the next people to know.” I haven’t made up with him and now I’m going to hate myself for the rest of my life.

    “Look officer, I doubt you’ll get anything else out of her. Do you think you can take us to her house?”

    He nods his head and then says, “Jordan, I want the name of the person you believe is doing this.”

    “My father,” He says, and I know he just wants him behind bars because he doesn’t want to see me in pain.

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    Jordan has his arm around my waist as we walk into my house. We go straight for the kitchen, which is where my mother and Carter’s mother are. She is crying, like me, and once she looks at me, she knows that I know what happened to her son.

    I give her a hug and say, “It’s my fault. He shouldn’t have died, and it’s all because of me.”

    “Scarlett, this is not your fault.”

    “You won’t get her to think otherwise. Someone has been framing her over the last few weeks, and Carter’s death was clearly planned. They had a fight and well, he got caught in the middle.”