Bryn’s POV –
Unbelievable. Absurd. Outrageous. Incongruous. Ridiculous. Farcical. Fucked up.
Those are all the words running through my mind as Derek finishes his sentence. How fucking great is this? I almost slipped into a coma and already the cops are taking me in for questioning. I should have asked the doctors for some Tramadol or some kind of pain reliever. Maybe a stress reliever because by the end of all this shit I might be bald.
“Questioning for what?” I say, I bring my voice lower so only Derek and Tattiana can hear me. “They can’t already know about Caesar Lane.”
“All that shit that went down lasted almost five or four hours even if it felt short. They do know and we’re getting busted.” Derek whispers.
“Either you move now or we’ll take you by force.” The police officer says.
I bring my hand up to my forehead, “They’ll be taking our fingers prints...those gloves we have in the basement. They’re thin enough to mask the prints.”
“They won’t let us go downstairs.” Tattiana says.
I look over Derek’s shoulder and stare at the cop. He was talking with his partner for a moment, explaining what would have to happen if it gets the point where they need to come in and grab us.
“Excuse me.” I say softly.
Derek moves to the side and I walk on the porch, staring at the police officers. The younger one looks at me and his eyes widen as he takes in my appearance. My face was probably badly bruised and my arms were scratched up not to mention the blood on my shirt and sweats made me look all the more suspicious.
“I just got home from the hospital, they instructed me to take medication before doing anything like driving around. If it’s fine with you, I’d like to take a pill before leaving.” I say, bringing my hands together.
I stare at the older police officer innocently and he just stares over my appearance. His baggy eyes fall the sight of my shirt and pants and he has to blink a couple times before looking up at my face.
“I’m sorry but we can’t have you dozing off in the middle of an intervention.” The younger police officer speaks up.
“The pills aren’t to help me get rest they’re to relieve the throbbing in the back of my head. I have a prescription, by law you can’t go against it.” I reply, trying to hide a smirk because I know I was right.
The officers look at each other warily, unsure if I should be granted the permission to take my ‘medication.’ Of course I wouldn’t be taking any; I’d get them sent in the mail in a day or two, for now I had to sneak downstairs and get the gloves.
Technically, they aren’t gloves to be exact. They’re specially made to go over the palm, fitting any hand and matching the skin tone. They’re thin enough to look as if it were just skin on your finger tips and they’re strong enough to mask any finger print known to mankind. I’ve never had to use it because before meeting Jason, I was invincible.
The cops have no trace of Bryn Westmoore and it’s a shame that they’re staring right at her and can’t even realize it. If Jason knew how bad the police wanted me, he’d probably try to step his game up out of jealously.
“Fine, take one. Move quickly, we’ve got a lot of questions for the three of you.” The older officer speaks, nodding his head with approval.
I smile softly; not wanting them to see passed my act. On the inside I honestly only see myself knocking their jaws out of place.
To think that after all this shit that’s happened, I’d be just a tad softer.
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Die for us
Teen FictionLet me just put it this way: She lied to him. He believed her. Now she lives with the guilt of knowing he's fallen for the girl she isn't. But she's a afraid to spill the truth. Because she knows the only thing he'd die for, Is vengeance.
