Know your secrets

Chapter Twenty Eight: One way ticket

I stood there like a stone. Waiting for the detective to come back. I guess you can say I've given up on everything. Since I came to this cursed place my life has been a mess. I don't know what I regret the most to be honest. My thirst for popularity? My friendship with those people? 

But I guess none of this matters cause I'm about to get fucking arrested of course....how could that slip my mind?It always slips my mind in the state I'm in. I get lost in my own thoughts. I'm hopeless, I know. And It's no one elses fault, It's mine. I let myself get into this mess.

" Mrs. Grimes. " The doctor coughed. " How are you feeling? I mean, you're being arrested. That's pretty grime. " He awkwardly laughed fixing his glasses. I glared at him, not even bothering to smirk at his stupid joke.

" Alright, Alright. I was just trying to lighten up the mood since Mr. Hueber is already on his way. " He frowned, offended that I didn't laugh at his stupid remark.

" Grimes, pretty grime. I get it. " I said uninterested. " Haha. How funny. "

I sighed. " But my friends are not here yet. Could you call them for me? "

He thought about it for a good couple of minutes before shattering all my hopes. " Absoloutely not. You're getting arrested young lady and I dont trust you. You might try to escape. Try explaining that to Mister grumpy pants. " 

"  Who's Mister grumpy pants? " Suddenly detective Hueber appeared behind him , making the little rat looking doctor shriek. 

The doctor let out an awkward giggle pointing at me. " She's all yours Mister Hueber , ready to go! " He stuttered.

" Alright Miss Grimes you're coming with me. I will explain your rights to you in the car and you will tell me if you are in a stable mental state to understand them. " He said taking out a pair of handcuffs. 

" No, no , no , no . Give me a second my friends will be right here! I swear! " I panicked realizing I was the prime suspect in this case. 

" We gave you an hour. " He said wearing the handcuffs on my hands. 

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The ride to the station was short yet seemed painfully long inside my head. No one would belive me. I don't even know what exactly happened myself! What was I supposed to say?

" Alright we're here. " He coldly said opening my door.

We entered the station and the detective pointed for me to take a seat. After going around talking to some policemen he gestured at me to stand up and follow them. The room we entered was cold and unfriendly. Just like all the looks I got. 

Suddenly another police officer entered the room. A tall blonde woman, she seemed friendlier than everyone else in here, which made me feel like maybe I had a chance to properly explain myself. She then took a seat smiling at me.

" We won't bite you Miss Grimes. We just want to ask you a couple of questions. " She smiled.

" If you tell us the whole truth you won't have anything to fear. Also yours and Mister Sawyers hospital results will be here shortly. But you have to promise us you will tell us the whole truth. " She stated , still friendly enough to give me a small smile. 

" Now why don't you tell us what exactly happened? And start from the beginning. "

I took a deep breath. Trying to calm myself, something that was quite hard because I had two people suspiciously looking at me, a tape recorder and a huge cliche lamp over my head.

" I-I can't remember everything. " I stated. " All I know is that I was driving in the car with my boyfriend and suddenly I woke up in the middle of the forest. I think we were drugged. "

" Can you remember where you two were driving? " The detective asked.

Yes to see Fawcett Jones, I thought to myself. " Yes, we were going on a date. " I lied.

" Next thing I know, I woke up  in a forest with... " I looked at the detective, I couldn't say his name. No I couldn't. I took a deep breath hoping they'd understand who I'm talking about.

" Tristan Sawyer? " Detective Hueber interrupted my thoughts with a particular insensitivity in his eyes.

" Yes. " I answered trying to keep myself together.

" Continue. " said the blonde woman next to him. 

" I looked around for a while, I screamed before realizing I was in a forest. At first I thought I was all alone. " I gasped. " But then I saw Sawyer. Oh, I mean Tristan. " I corrected myself.

" I saw him lying on the ground....I thought he was unconscious. It was dark. I couldn't see, but, but I when I got there. " My  voice broke down once more. Suddenly the image of Sawyer lying on the ground came back to me. 

" There was blood everywhere. " I stated staring at the cold room.

" Did you two get into an argument? " The male detective asked. " Why did you stab him? "

" It wasn't me. " I said. " I don't - I don't completely remember what happened but I was drugged! I was trapped by these two girls that hate me . " I whined. 

Oh God. There it was again, this cocky confidence shook even my deepest bits of soul. Who was I? I couldn't recognize myself anymore. A twelve year old would probably give a better answer to a freaking detective than I just did. 

They both sighed looking at each other when another man opened the door holding a pile of papers in his hands. " We've got their full results from the hospital, take a look at this. " He said in a deep serious voice handing the documents to detective Hueber. 

" Miss Grimes was found with Ketamine and the boy was found with Rohypnol in his blood. " He stated before leaving the room. 

" See? I told you I was drugged! " I immediately said. 

" That doesn't make any huge difference Miss Grimes, you might've deliberately drugged yourself too. " Detective Hueber gave me a quick look before glueing his eyes back on the document. 

I sat there quietly as they examined every little detail of what seemed to not justify that I'm innocent. I looked down in despair before realizing that I forgot that I had the ticket to my freedom in my shoe. 

" The note! " I yelled. " I still have the note, lemme show you just please! " My brain was hyped and my moves rapid, although I couldn't move as much in handcuffs but still, this was a way to prove my innocence.... or not?

A/N : Ayeeeeee! Finally back with another chapter of this long ass book! So what do you think? Is Sawyer alive? Will Heather be proven innocent? Lemme know in the comments. Don't forget to vote if you liked the chapter. MWAH

Peace , Love, Pizza in your stove.

Roxy M.