Authors note Sorry, but I just had to show you this...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Lmao, thanks!
Actual story The next day the police invited themselves in again. But this time they weren't here for answers. They were here for me.
The just busted open the door while I was minding my own business, then snatched me away from the kitchen counter. They're lucky I didn't use the knife I was cutting an apple with.
They basically chucked me into the back of the police car and drove me to the police station. Then I was hurried into an interrogation room where the bright lights blinded me. A tall, dark-haired man loomed over me. Being short is not always a good thing.
The guy asked me all sorts of questions that I had already answered. He was acting like Iwas the murderer. I was only a witness!
"Where were you before you witnessed the murder? Now don't try anything, you don't know what I can do to you." "I was at home, then I received a text message saying I needed to go pick up my order from the old shipping warehouse. I then called my friend Sam to drive me there as I don't drive myself. I told the other officers already when they came to my house." "Mmm. I see many faults in that excuse." Next he grabbed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and spoke into the microphone. "Get her out of my sight, boys." Immediately after, two officers bursted into the room, then grabbed me by each arm and yanked me up from the chair. To be honest, it wasn't a very comfortable chair.
The officers dragged me into a grey cell where I wept in self-pity.
