I arrived at the police station about ten minutes later, frantic. I looked around for the front desk, when I saw the door open.
A tall blonde stepped in, in tight jeans, a north face and combat boots.
"Annemarie," I murmured.
"Hey Jennifer, where's the rapist?" she strutted over to me, chuckling at her own joke.
"You can't say stuff like that!" I widened my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, my brother got accused for rape like, two years ago, he didn't do it, and he ended up being fine. Only like, three years in jail, he gets out in a few months in fact."
"I don't want Adam in jail for ANY YEARS," I was starting to rethink asking for her help already.
"Can I help you two?" A small man asked from behind a desk that was too big for him.
"Um, I'm Jennifer Casey. Adam Young got accused of raping me, and I have a witness here with me to tell you that isn't true," I licked my lips.
"Oh yes, he came in a few hours ago. I'll need some identification from you both, and I can get you in the court room on his trial date."
"When is that going to be?" I whined.
"They're still figuring that out, Ms."
I handed him my license and Annemarie did the same, giving him a dirty look. He looked them over and handed them to us, then began filling out forms.
"Write down your phone numbers here and I'll call you when everything is set."
"Where is Adam right now?" I worried.
"Mr. Young is currently in one of our jail cells, I believe they're figuring his court date, also.
"Shit, shit, shit," I groaned, "Could you tell us who the person was who got him stuck here in the first place?"
"Not allowed to share that information, Ms. Casey," he continued filling out forms, "The best thing for you do to right now is to go home and wait for the call-both of you."
"This is ridiculous, he didn't do anything!" I screamed.
Then two big guards came over, one taking me by my shoulders and steering me out, the other doing the same with Annemarie.
"Screw this!" I yelled once outside in the almost black night.
"Uh, Jennifer, calm down, it's gonna be fine..." Annemarie tried her best to comfort me.
I slowed my heavy breathing, "I know it's just, he didn't do it! So why should he be in there?"
"Well, do you know anyone that could've gone to the police and told them something like this?"
"I already know who it was. Some guy I dated while me and Adam took a break, he was really sweet. But I think after I broke it off when me and Adam got back together, he got pissed, like really pissed."
"What's his name?"
"Tristan, I don't know his last name," I shook my head, saying his name with disgust.
"I know a Tristan, I dated one," Annemarie whipped out a small wallet sized picture, "This him?"
I squinted at it, "Yes! Why do you have that?"
"I keep pictures of all my exes," she opened the wallet and about twenty pictures like that one unfolded.
"Oh..." I laughed awkwardly.
"Yeah, anyways, that's Tristan Young."
"Young?"
"Yeah, he and Adam have the same last name, it's really common."
"Huh, well we should probably get going, I'll talk to you later, thanks for helping Annemarie," I smiled and got into my car.
Right when I stepped into my doorway, my cell phone began ringing.
"Hello?" I tossed my keys onto the kitchen counter.
"Jen!" I heard relief in Adam's voice.
"Adam," I felt tears pricking my eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Me? What about you?"
"I'm fine, this is my one call. I have like five minutes."
"Well I came to the station with Annemarie, she's helping me and we signed up to be witnesses or whatever. Also, you know Tristan was the one who told the police?" I bit my lip.
"Wow, and really?" Adam didn't seem very shocked.
"Yep, turns our his name is Tristan Young, coincidence?" I laughed.
"Uh, yeah, coincidence..." Adam sounded off, "I gotta go Jen, I'll see you in court, I love you so much baby."
"I lo-," The phone cut off.
I sighed and the tears began to come out.
There was definetley something up between Tristan and Adam that I didn't know.
But I planned on finding out, because the more I looked at the picture of Tristan, the more I saw how much he and Adam looked alike.
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