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❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞
Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an...
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➳ ARIELLE'S POV
The drive over here was spent in silence. Zayn didn't say much and neither did I. Although, I'm not completely sure why Zayn was so quiet, but I knew why I am. I'm nervous as hell for whatever was about to go down the moment we walk into the station. I was terrified. It didn't help that the horrible feeling I had in my gut only intensified.
Currently, we're walking in the front door, and I worry that we're about to walk into a slaughter. I fear that Zayn will be ripped away from me, and that feeling doesn't disappear when I see the receptionist and she seemingly recognizes him.
"Are you Lieutenant Malik's son?" She asks, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose. She looks around the computer in front of her, impatiently tapping her manicured nails against the keyboard.
The woman eyes up my apparel, giving me a condescending look. When I look down, I realize that I'm still wearing Zayn's baggy sweatpants and his large-fitting shirt. That doesn't give her a reason to look down on me. If only she knew what I've been through in the last few months.
Zayn nods his head. "Officer Wade called me?"
The receptionist bites down on her lip and sighs before standing from her desk. "Of course. Please, follow me." She fixes her skirt before walking around the desk and leading us down the hall. She shows us to a small office—in comparison to Zayn's mother's office—and then leaves us to knock on the officer's door.
Before we can even knock, he spots us through the glass and waves us in. Zayn and Officer Wade clearly recognize each other because all they share is a quiet greeting as I awkwardly stand in front of the stranger. "Are you Arielle?" He asks, holding out his hand for me to shake.
"Yes, I am. How do you—"
"Please, sit down." He interrupts after I'm done shaking his hand. I'm not sure if he intended to be rude or not, but it came off feeling that way. I sit in the chair directly beside Zayn, still completely unsure of what's about to happen.
Officer Wade sits down in his own chair, resting his elbows on the large wooden desk in front of him. "Zayn, I have some news to share with you." So, he's going right down to it. I panicky look around his room, waiting for him to pull out some cuffs and arrest Zayn. He can't arrest Zayn! I did everything Lieutenant Malik asked, and she swore that his record would be cleared if I did what she wanted.
Zayn doesn't say anything, simply staring at the man across from him. He doesn't seem anxious or nervous, while I'm over here, sweating bullets. I'm probably acting weird—whether that be awkwardly fidgeting or constantly wiping my sweating hands against my pants—but nobody seems to be paying attention to me, thankfully.
Officer Wade pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs heavily. Suddenly, that feeling in the pit of my stomach feels completely wrong. It feels even worse.
