My Best Friend's Girl

Twenty Seven

I know I've been gone for awhile, and I'm so so so sorry about that. I honestly don't have a huge excuse or reason, yes, I have been busy. But the times when I was free and tried to sit down and write this chapter, which I did severallll times, I literally had no inspiration or idea where I wanted to head with this. This is a huge turning point in this book so I wanted to write it correctly.

Although I have college coming up, I'm going to try my very best to update more regularly. This book is not at the end, but it is coming sooner rather than later. Please don't ask how many chapters, because I don't know honestly. I hope you all enjoy this chapter,  I know you've waited long enough for it.

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ALEX

I still at my friend's words, looking ahead into the drenched streets that are being filled with rain. I sat there for a moment and compared it to my mind, as if the streets were my mind and the rain being emotions and thoughts pounded into the deepest parts of my mind. I blink quickly a few times and lick my chapped lips, focusing my way back into reality. I look over at Brad's robotic-like stature, almost asking him why we're headed to the police station. Or rather, who we're there for. But as I hesitate, I think to myself, do I really want to know?

Answering my own question with my actions, I remain silent. Might as well put it off as long as I can. I'm not sure how long we drive for, but in a matter of minutes it seems, we're at the station and walking up to the doors. I let Brad walk ahead of me, letting someone else take charge for once. What if it's Matt? Or worse, what if it's Matt and Luke locked up together? I hear Brad and the officer at the front desk murmuring back and forth to each other, purposely not allowing me to hear in on their conversation. I cross my arms over my chest and let out a frustrated huff, trying to figure out how my life has come to this jumbled up mess. Who are we even here for anyways? I feel like this mystery itself is clawing away at me.

I look back to Brad to see him finally finished with his conversation, turning back to me and walking my way. "Mind telling me what the hell is going on?" I ask with annoyance laced in my tone. He looks over to his left before taking a deep breath and focusing back on me. "I don't really even know what's going on, neither do they," He motions towards the officers at the front desk. "Supposedly, someone called in a tip earlier today that Luke has been helping his father embezzle money somehow and they're holding him for questioning. Luke's dad, Mike, is here too. That's all I know, I swear." What? Embezzling with his dad? I mean, I knew Luke worked for his fathers huge corporation, but this is something else. How in the hell could that even be possible?

"Fücking hell, Luke," I scoff and rub my forehead win the back of my hand. Is this true? Countless thoughts and assumptions enter my mind and I try to pay no mind, but how long am I supposed to remain in the dark for? 

I hear the front doors of the station swing open, and I  peer over to see two officers entering the building with the last person I had expected, Ashley. She looked absolutely awful, her clothes tattered and her skin pale. With mascara running down her cheeks, her empty eyes meet mine and she takes her bottom lip into her teeth before letting out a whimper. Brad and I stand there gawking at Ashley, who's now walking away from us and into the back of the station. Was she here for questioning too? Does this have to do with what she and Luke were discussing in the mall? Someone taps my shoulder and my eyes meet with a pair of frazzled blue ones, searching mine. I instantly wrap my arms around Matt's huge frame, taking in as much of him and his comfort as I can get. I take a deep breath and release him from my hold. "What're you doing here?" I ask.