For 4 hours straight Detective Hallow has been asking me the same goddamn questions. For 4 damn hours I have been giving him the same damn answers.
"Where were you during the crime?"
"I told you I was at work?"
"Can anyone confirm that?"
"No I was alone in my office. No one comes in my office."
"Hmm." Detective Hallow hummed unconvinced.
Irritation started to rise within Stiles. He wanted to look for her not stay there and be questioned of his innocence. He knew that's what the detective was doing and he didn't have a solid alibi. No one could place him at his office but no one could place him at his house either.
"Can I go now? I've been here for hours and I told you everything." Stiles stated with irritation laced within his harsh and raspy voice.
"Nope you're not clear yet."
"Clear?" Stiles asked confused.
"We haven't confirmed your alibi yet so we have to keep you here."
"On what charges?!?"
Stiles was beyond mad. He was livid. They were keeping him here? Why? They had no charges pressed on him and no one came forward and placed him at the scene of the crime because if they did (they would be lying.) he would be in handcuffs and in a waiting cell. No, he wasn't staying here. He needed to leave and think and grieve because he hadn't gotten much of a chance to do any of that since he got here. To be honest Stiles wanted to cry in his bed curled up into a little ball and think about her all day until he fell asleep and dreamt of her. But instead he was here being held against his will and being questioned on whether or not he kidnapped his girlfriend and hurt her. It was absurd.
When he was like this (angry beyond belief) she would put her head on his shoulder and hum his favorite song, "Doubt" by Twenty-One Pilots and the hum would turn into her singing quietly and she would run soothing circles on his back with her index finger. And he would get so lost in her voice Stiles would forget why he was angry. She was his rock. She made him feel so much better and words can't even explain how much he loves her.
"No charges are pressed. Let just say we are suspicious."
"Suspicious?!? You're holding me on a feeling. I have an alibi."
"It's not solid."
"Check the security cameras. It'll show you in my office."
"We did check."
"SO WHY AM I STILL HERE?"
"Because someone cut the feed." He said smirking
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Innocent
Mystery / Thriller"I didn't do it." "Then who did?" The police officer questioned. It was the same fat and annoying piece of shit that has been interviewing him for the last 24 hours. "I don't know." He replied growing frustrated "You don't know?" He asked "I don't...
