Chapter 49

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"We found a live one out by where we found her, sir!" A woman shouts and I narrow my eyes, confused. They pull someone out of the back seat who can barely stand on their own feet. Their head shoots up and their eyes land on mine and I gasp.
"Get him away from me!" I shout, all attention falling on me and he elbows each of the cops holding his arms in their faces and charges toward me.
"EMMA!" He shouts and then a gunshot rings out and everyone stops moving and I gasp as I see a hole in Liam's forehead and then he drops to his knees, his hand outreached to me and then he falls forward, not moving. I scream and immediately people start covering his body and urging me inside for questions but I can't take my eyes off of the scene.
"He is dead?" I ask, still not believing it as I watch them hoist him onto a cart. I blink rapidly, my heart pounding as they urge me inside. They set me in an interrogation room and give me coffee and crackers which I stare at, losing all type of hunger.
An officer walks in, not one I have seen before. He takes a seat in front of me and clasps his hands together and looks at me. I barely make eye contact, my eyes glued to the steel table. "Emma." He calls for my attention and I reluctantly look up.
"Yes?" I ask hoarsely, rubbing my eyes.
"Tell me everything that happened." He says and I tap my nails against the table, shaking. "Were you running from him?" He asks and I nod. "Was he trying to hurt you?" He asks and I nod again.
"Was nobody looking for me?" I mumble, watching him.
"Excuse me?" He asks and I sigh.
"I have been gone for a significant amount of time." I say and he raises a brow. "I didn't run away with him by choice, the night you arrested my mother, he knocked me out and kidnapped me. He was obsessed with me." I say, bewildered of their ignorance.
"We don't show you on record as being missing." He says and I glare at him. I can't believe that. I wasn't gone "long enough" to be considered missing? "We called your grandmother to pick you up." He says and I get up. "Oh and Miss Stewart?" He asks and I look at him. "I am sorry about your mother." He says and I turn away and walk to the front door.

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