Art Is My Passion, But Was He My Art? | G.D

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GRAYSON POV
The shadows of the cell bars are keeping me awake, I'm scared. I have never been so scared in my life and that fact I can't have a phone call to talk to anyone is making me depressed. I haven't slept, and I won't sleep until I'm out of here.

"Get up Dolan, interview time" a officer bangs on the cell. I jump in freight, and scoff at his stupidity. "Ouch what the fuck watch yourself" I aggressively say as his placing the hand cuffs on me, he ignores my pain and pushes me into the interview room.

"So what's your excuse today?" I get questioned.
"Listen, I am telling you it wasn't me. I was at my girlfriends house cooking her breakfast, what sick person would murderer someone at 9:30am anyways!!"
"Mr Dolan, we will need proof of this breakfast, can you provide that?"
My head is hurting, think Grayson think!
"Yes!!!" I scream. "That morning my girlfriend took photos of me cooking! Call her and tell her you want to see the photos!!"
They all look at eachother with stupidity, this is my chance out. They pick me up and throw me back into my cell, I pray Halle has kept those photos.

HALLE POV
I haven't slept, how can I sleep when Grayson is in a police cell for murder? How can I trust him? I can hear my phone ringing in the distance which snaps me out of my trance.
"Hello?"  I answer.
"Hello Miss Davison, its Officer Dawson"
My heart is pounding, I feel like my stomach is turning inside out.
"How-how can I help?" I stutter
"We need you to come to the station, we need to interview you"
"Be there in 10"

I hang up the phone and call a uber.
"Police station please". He doesn't question me and just speeds there, I think he can tell I'm in a rush.
We arrive and I run in, "my name is Halle I'm Grayson's girlfriend I'm here for an interview" I say so fast I don't think they understood me.

They take me to a interview room, I have never felt so intimidated before.
"Halle, you need to tell the truth, you can't lie and protect him" I nod in agreement.
"Ok, was Grayson with you on October 16th at 9:28am"
"Yes, he was cooking me breakfast"
"Is there any evidence?" They question me.
" I have a few photos" I pull out my phone and begin to show them the photos. They take my phone to photo copy the evidence.
"Ok thank you Halle, you have a great day" the officer says handing my phone back. "What now?" I ask confused. "It's just a waiting game, you should go home it might be a while" they respond.

I'm sitting out the front of the police station trying to call Ethan but he isn't picking up. Seriously what is his problem?