Silence

Chapter 8

(A/N) Hey guys. I know I haven’t update in FOREVER, but I thought I might as well continue with Silence. Hopefully, it’ll regain its fans, but hope you like it :) xoxo

“We need to take you in for questioning regarding the case of Anthony Bell’s death.” My body froze up, and everything felt like I couldn’t move. As if on cue, Olivia came down the stairs in what seemed like only her underwear and a shirt of mine, which went down to about her thighs. About halfway down the stairs, she stopped short, and realized who was at the door.

She stood there awkwardly, attempting to cover herself up, and a blush crept onto her cheeks, which I thought was adorably sexy. It helps that she was only in underwear and one of my shirts.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” The one with the dark hair said. I looked over at Olivia, and she just stood there. It was obvious that she was thinking of what to do. She looked at me, as if asking me what to do.

“Olivia,” I blurted. “Her name’s Olivia.”

The police officers glanced over in my direction, with a confused look in their eyes.

“And why can’t she have said that?”

Olivia walked over to us, and motioned her hands in all directions. At the end, she looked over at me.

“She’s mute, I guess you could say.”

“Okay, well, Mr. Jenson. We still need to take you in for questioning. Mrs. Jenson-” I interrupted the officer before he could finish his sentence. MRS??? I’m not a bad guy, and Olivia’s a great girl, but I’m only 19. Marriage is not an option at this age.

“Oh, no. She’s not my wife. She’s my...” I let sentence go on, unsure of what to label Olivia as. Was she my girlfriend? Nah. Austin Jenson does not have girlfriends. Austin Jenson has hook-ups, and one-times.

But Olivia was different. She was innocent, and pure, and so much more than just a hook-up. She was special. Still, we hadn’t really talked about labels yet. Actually, she’d never talked before.

She tapped me on my shoulder to get my attention, and I turned my head to look at her. She did something with her hands, something that I could NOT understand. So, she grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen and wrote something down. Then, she handed me the paper, and I tried to read it.

“What are we?”

I stood there, thinking for a while. The police officers were probably exploding with impatience, with their feet tapping.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but we really need to take you in right now.”

I looked over at Olivia, unsure of what to do. I guess I had to go with the officers. After all, they had the authority here.

“Of course. Let me get changed, and I’ll be back in like 5 minutes.” The one with the red hair looked at me like I was crazy.

“Okay, we’ll just wait here.”

I ran upstairs and quickly got dressed. I tried to fix my hair as best as I could, but there were police downstairs, so I guess it had to work.

Grabbing my phone, I headed back downstairs. Olivia was just standing there, looking at the ground and biting her lip, which was a complete turn on, while the police were talking to themselves about something.

“I’m ready,” I stated, smiling as innocently as I could.

“Okay, Ms. Olivia, we’ll let him give you a call once we’re down at the station to give you an update.”

With that, they guided me out my apartment, down the stairs, and into the police car. I better not screw up on the questioning, or it could be serious trouble.