Purple Recovery

Chapter 27: Over Rated

My foot was softly tapping the floor as I watched Detective Dave talk to an officer. He looked furious, his face turning red as he talked to the officer. I turned around looking at the clock. It was already going to be 9:30 as I sat in Detective Dave's office. I wanted to leave and go to the hospital where I knew Mary and Austin where at.

Dave came back in sitting at his desk chair. "Okay, Taylor lets try this again."

I stayed quiet not answering just like I've done the past hour or so.

"You're going to talk at some point." He said. I shrugged and looked down at my dirty pants. "Help us out. Taylor look at me." He begged. I could tell he was getting very inpatient with me. "If there's a reason you can't talk just... here write something down." He set a piece of paper and a pen in front of me.

"I don't know a thing."

"You knew there would be a fire."

"The fire department said the gas pipe-"

"That's not what I want to hear." He said.

"Well here's a news flash Detective, I'm not here to tell you what you want to hear. My side of the story is that I had something like a vision, showing me a fire. That's all I have to offer. Now I wish to leave if I'm not being arrested. You can't keep me here."

"It's hard to do my job if you won't cooperate." He pushed his hair back.

"Better luck time I guess." I stood up. I had been here for a while, and now I'm going home. "If you really care about my safety, my house wouldn't be half brunt."

I opened the door and walked to the elevator going down to the main lobby. My father sat there in a plastic chair waiting for me. "You're done?" He questioned as soon as he saw me.

"Yeah let's go, like right now." I said almost running out the front door. My father's chauffeur quickly went to open the door. I trusted Philip better but he was at the hospital with Mary... And everyone else.

I had been told to go to the Police Department. My father went with me but everyone else headed to the hospital. Mary was injured very bad. Even worst then Austin. They both had gotten burnt.

As we got to the hospital my father told me Mary was in a critical state. I couldn't take it I had to see her. She had to be okay. I didn't want anyone to die. I'm already feeling very guilty. All of this is my fault. I don't get why they don't just target me and leave everyone alone.

My father and I rushed inside spotting everyone in the waiting room. Debbie was watching the news on the small flat screen t.v. She looked very tried, almost falling asleep on her chair, until she saw us and quickly got up. She hugged and looked at me asking if I were okay. I nodded and looked around the waiting room as she went to my dad.

Jenna and Mark had been sitting across from Debbie. Next to them was James with Layla asleep in his arms. He gave me a small nod, and I slightly shook my head telling him now was not the time.

Across from him and one seat away from where Debbie was seated, was Philip. He looked worst then anyone else. He gave out a gloomy vibe. I made my way over to him and sat down.

"How is she?" I asked.

"She was in critical state during surgery but we haven't gotten any new news."

"She'll make it. She's a strong woman." I said.

"Thank you Miss Taylor, for being very generous and letting me be here."

"Taylor." I corrected. "And I know your relationship with Mary is very important." I whispered. "I should have saved her but I was an idiot."

"No, it wasn't your fault. She will be happy that nothing happened to that angel in James' arms." He said.