Me and Justin were sitting in silence in a cold, long corridor in the police station waiting for the officer who was appointed in charge of this case to let us in their office and ask us 'questions about the event' as the short, male officer had explained to us while driving to the station.
I fumbled with my rosary as I sat shivering, leaning against Justin for warmth. I was still in my tiny black crop top and skirt so at least I was lookin bomb but at a police station..? Fuck that.
"Miss Julia Daniette Stuart?" A stern looking tall, skinny woman flashed me one of those fake ass professional serious type smiles.
I nodded and stood up.
"In here please," she gestured to a large blue room, covered in cabinets and shelves with thick, blue folders. It was almost definitely her office and judging by the colour of blue that seemed to occupy every object in that damned room, she wasn't very pleasant herself either.
I sat in the most uncomfortable dark navy chair and shook her hand across her messy desk. Not even my hair was that messy after Bieber dick, damn this woman needs to get her shit to-geth-er.
"I'm Officer Lansley and I will be taking charge of this case, I'm sure we can get it over with quite quickly ensuring we have your full co-operation,"
"Nice to meet you Officer Lansley," I made a small smile not really knowing what to do considering I have never stepped inside a police station.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions about the events that occurred tonight, I'll have to have 100% honest questions, lies that will be further uncovered will be taken against you in court so I strongly advise you to be truthful,"
I nodded.
She began to ask me various questions like: Where was is before I came home. Who was I with. Did I enter alone. An exact detail of the scene as I entered. What type of contact or relationship I had with Daniel Ricciardo. Did I leave the door open when I left. What did he do to me. When did Justin come in the house. What did he do. And any other information that I had not mentioned.
I answered all the questions truthfully, there was no need to lie because it was clear that I wasn't the one in the wrong, Daniel was of course.
The last question she stood to ask.
"I understand you would like to take him to court and press charges, am I correct?"
"Yes officer," I confidently answered.
She shook my hand and called Justin to her office.
I sat outside in that same fucking freezing corridor, except this time alone. I was reflecting on the whole situation, the only good thing that came to my head was the fact that my mom was a lawyer so she obviously knew all about this court business. I'll just have to get as much information out of her when she came back home.
But I wanted to cry when I thought about the position I was in and my life at that moment.
I was due to go to a trip to New York in a week with my closets and only friends , a freaky stalker guy who I drunk made out with wanted to rape - or kill me. My boyfriend shot him. I was sitting in a police station, an 18 year old who was going to attend court. My mom knew nothing about any of it, because she was away on a fucking business trip. And this was all happening in the summer before I started my last year of college.
Fucking great.
When Justin got out we took a taxi home and because Officer Lanley told us both sternly before she dismissed us that we were not allowed to enter my house because it was a crime scene for the next day, I crashed at Justin's house.
I kept tossing and turning in the night, barely able to get 30 minutes of sleep at a time. It was 6am when I woke up and decided to get up. I woke Justin as I failed to creep out the room.
"Mm Babygirl are you ok?" He mumbled in his morning voice.
I turned to face him. My messy hair down, falling behind my shoulders. My eyes tired, another one of Justin's t-shirts hung loosely on my aching body.
"I barely slept," I answered back in a tired voice before closing the bedroom door behind me and made my way down stairs to make myself a cup of coffee.
While the expresso machine was doing its magic my phone rang. It was an unsaved number but I picked it up anyway.
"Hello?" I spoke to the phone.
"Hello Miss Stuart, sorry for interrupting your morning but the case is moving just as fast as I expected it to. We have booked court in 2 weeks, that would be August 9th, we will have you there, am I correct?" I guess that was her catchphrase.
"Yes Officer," I answered politely. "Can I ask a question?" An idea came to my head.
"Of course," a stern voice replied through the phone.
"I have a 1 week vacation booked in New York, I'm flying out in 6 days and returning August 8th. Is it ok if I still go, I can't cancel it anymore,"
There was a few seconds of silence on the line.
"If you wish to, you can, but be ready for court the day after your return, this isn't a game Miss Julia,"
"I understand, thank you Miss Lanley,"
"See you soon, take care of yourself kid," then she ended the call. That was probably the warmest thing she had said to me since we met last night.
I picked up my coffee when I felt strong, warm hands slither around my waist and hug me tightly.
Justin's head was leaning on my shoulder and his fluffy, dirty blonde mess cushioned my cheek.
"You need to rest," he whispered in my ear.
"What would I do with out you," I smiled.
Then he unexpectedly picked me up and put me back down on his huge, comfy sofa. Then he crashed next to me and turned on Netflix on his tv.
