You Should Know (a Joe Sugg Fan Fiction)

Chapter Four // My Ghost

Joe looked at me in confusion as the policeman told him about his rights. I just stood there unable to move or say anything.

"It wasn't me. Hannah, please tell them! It wasn't me!" He struggled against the handcuffs. I knew it wasn't him, but my body wouldn't react. I looked at Joe and all I saw was a scared little boy.

I somehow found the words "Please," I begged, "please, it wasn't Joe!" My body wanted to fly into a fit of rage and fight them. I wanted them to leave him be. They had the wrong person. Joe wouldn't harm a fly and most certainly not my best friend. I just broke down.

Joe mouthed I love you at me as he was taken out of the house and to a waiting police car. As investigators flooded the cottage, I watched helplessly as he was driven away.

"Miss Jones?" I heard a soft voice say as I turned to see a tall blonde woman in a suit. I nodded as tears rolled down my face. "My name is DC Williams. We need to talk."

I didn't want to talk. I wanted to cry. I wanted to be embraced by him and tell everything was okay.

I lead DC Williams to the sofa and sat down. She looked at me with her cold grey eyes.

"It wasn't Joe," I continued to plead his case, "Joe didn't do it!"

"Miss Jones," she began, "we have had sufficient evidence come to light that puts Joseph at the scene. We need to take his personal possessions like phone and laptop."

I nodded. "What is this evidence?" I asked slightly sarcastically.

"This is something I cannot discuss with you, but we will have to have an official statement about that evening from you down at the station."

"I had already given a statement about that night," I informed "you know what happened."

"Miss Jones, the case has been reopened, we need another statement." I looked at my feet, tears still falling. "Miss Jones?"

"When do I have to come?" I looked up.

"Now." She replied sternly.

She let me run upstairs to get a hoody. I picked up the one Joe had worn the pervious day which was on top of his half packed suitcase. I held it to my face and took in his scent with tears still falling. Joe must be so scared. I wanted to trade places with him. What if I had told him about the anonymous email. We could of got away quicker. Oh my god. It's my fault.

I grabbed my headphones and made my way back downstairs. A few police personnel were still in the property but DC Williams was by the door waiting to me. She lead me to her black BMW and opened the door to the back seat. I took a seat and she closed the door.

The drive to the station was a long silent one. The pervious morning and the night in question kept playing back in my memory. All I wanted to do was hold Joe. Kiss every part of him. I needed to tell him it was going to be okay, even though I didn't know myself. I didn't know if I was going to see his beautiful face again.

I took out my phone and looked at the photo I had taken a few weeks before. We were both smiling, his hands wrapped around my waist. I held my finger to his face and stroked the screen. I mouthed some lyrics.

"My Ghost, where'd you go? I can't find you in the body sleeping next to me."

We pulled up at a tall dark building and I was lead into a waiting room. I had my personal belongings taken away and told to sit. DC Williams bought me a Luke warm tea in a polystyrene cup but I didn't even look at it. Soon enough, I was lead into the interview room where I was faced with DC Williams and a man who was introduced at Detective Day. They started recording.

"So Miss Jones," he began, "can you tell me what happened the night of Gabriella Lindley's murder?"