My Guardian Angel (Liam Payne fanfiction) [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 36

I folded my hands in front of me, not saying anything for a long time. The cop just stared at me, as if wondering what exactly was wrong with me. Bluntly, he said, "You're not all there, are you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I forced myself to settle my gaze on him, shrugging once. "I don't think so."

There was more silence, before I spoke up. "Can we please start this thing? I need to see Liam." The cop sighed. "I'm waiting for the sheriff." I groaned, running my hands through my hair. I cringed at how dirty it felt, and how dirty it must look. "He'll probably be another half hour. There's a little jail cell down the hall for juveniles that we keep until their parents arrive, and there's a small cell with a shower. You can use it if you want, I'll tell your parents to get some clothes for you," the officer suggested. I didn't need to be told twice. Without another word I got up and went to the cramped shower, with the cheapest shampoo and conditioner you could ever buy, the soap likewise.

I bathed slowly but harshly, scrubbing my skin so hard it burned. I felt so dirty, infected, as if the crimes of the past were living and feeding off of me. I felt disgusting. I was disgusting.

My hair felt cleaner than it had in days, which I was grateful for. Sitting on the bed in the cell were clean clothes my parents must've gotten out of my car, which I had seen in the parking lot. They must've drove it here. It was simple, what I would've worn any other day: skinny jeans and a really loose long sleeve t-shirt, with some ballet flats. I swallowed thickly. I had been planning on taking these clothes to Kelli's months and months ago. I had just never gotten them out.

I wrung out my wet hair with the towel, then left the cell and the old clothes. The original cop was waiting patiently with another man who looked slightly older, and I presumed he was the sheriff. The door to the questioning room closed behind me and I was asked to take a seat. I sat quietly across from the two men.

"I understand that you left California for only a little while. Where were you?" the sheriff asked. I liked that he just got straight to the point. "I went to a random town near Atlanta and then I was taken to that place in the Georgia mountains," I said, folding my hands and putting them gently on the table. I wasn't going to lie, I knew that for a fact.

"And were you there while near Atlanta, a woman was shot?" he asked, writing stuff on a paper. I swallowed thickly. "Yes, I was in the room when Kellin shot Julia. He was going after me, though. Julia jumped in front of me, though." I felt something in my mind close up after mentioning Julia and her sacrifice. I didn't want to talk as much. "So Kellin just forced you into a car and drove you to Tate City?" I nodded slowly. "And who was there when you and Kellin arrived at the cabin we found you at?" he asked me. "Liam was, along with Daniel and Tony." I answered, getting more and more hesitant every time I answered a question.

There was a minute of silence as the sheriff wrote down all the answers, adding more detail than I seemed to have said. "How long were you at the cabin?" he asked after a minute or two. I shrugged. "Three to five days, I guess, I never really counted how long." The sheriff nodded and wrote that down. "What happened over those span of days?" I sighed. "Nothing out of the ordinary, I guess.. Liam and I were kept in a room, we were fed usually once a day. But Daniel knew Liam was near death.. I think he was waiting for Liam to die, and then he would kill me. Tony and Kellin didn't want that to happen, though, because Daniel had initiated the killings of both of the girls they loved deaths, and wanted revenge."

The sheriff narrowed his eyes. "Daniel Richards.. God, you'd never think the boy was capable of such a thing." I almost scoffed. Was he honestly feeling sympathy for Daniel? He was a psychopath.

"And the..suicide, y'know. How exactly did that play out?" the sheriff asked. I flexed my jaw, not really wanting to relive that moment. "Um.. Tony had left before then to go to a house about ten miles away to get help. Daniel had realized it, and I heard Kellin and him arguing in the living room just outside the room Liam and I were kept in. He had his gun aimed on Kellin, apparently, and Kellin was going to fight back. I heard Kellin tell Daniel to drop the gun and stop aiming it at his head. Daniel..he said he didn't deserve to live. He said I broke his heart and he hurt me. He said he shouldn't of hurt me and should die. He said his parents abused him and he broke apart. I..I tried to stop him. Kellin and I yelled for him, and I thought me coming out of the room would stop him. But he shot himself right when I yelled his name and he died a minute later." I tried to give the most detailed recollection I could give, but the memory was honestly painful.

The sheriff tapped his pencil on the paper. "Some of us here, you see, think you're lying." he said softly, not looking at me. My mouth dropped open. "Are you kidding me?" I spat, crossing my arms. "We've received intelligence that you are, in fact, mentally unstable. Why would we believe you?" The sheriff was glaring at me now, as if testing my patience. "They arrested Kellin after his confession in Atlanta. And Liam can tell you the same thing. If he's alive." I said angrily, getting up. "I would like to see him now." It would've been better to ask, probably, but I was furious. I wasn't lying. Daniel killed himself, I hadn't touched a gun.

When the sheriff said nothing, I left the room and went to find my mom. "Can I have my keys, please?" I asked shortly. She looked shocked at the fact I didn't say anything else. "Give me the damn keys." I said, more irritated. She handed them to me quietly and I walked straight past the cameras and got into my car. It was killing me not knowing if Liam were alive or not.