Olivias Point Of View
I woke up ready to accomplish a mission today. Luke is leaving in a half hour and i need to speak to him. Putting on my uniform, i also put myself together, because i needed to be gathered if i was going to save this boy from the waves that were ahead in this sea of mystery. If he is innocent, who is guilty? When i was ready, i left the apartment. Driving to the station was once again very intense and my knuckles were white and sweaty. The ride was short but felt like forever. The station came into my vision, I knew no one was going to believe me about Luke. I took in a breathe and held it as i got out and numbly walked into the station. I went to the back where Luke was being held. His cell was small and he was sitting on the floor with his hands in his lap as his head was placed against the wall as he stared up at the ceiling. I nodded to Calum who was watching him, which told him to dismiss himself from the room. "Luke." i whispered. His head turned slowly to me. " Come here, " He obeyed. "I know you didn't kill Ashley. " his eyes widened. "Listen today they are taking you to the asylum, i need you to stay there and try to convince them you are a psycho, i will visit and help you, but you have to do as i say." "Olivia, Ashton is framing me, Yesterday he said it all, so i will do what you say, just get me home." My brows mushed together in confusion. "Luke what do you mean Ashton-" and at that exact moment the man himself walked into the room. "They are ready for him." he smiled as Tyler and Calum took him out of the cell and walked him out of the room. Luke took one last glance at me and he was gone. I really hope he listens.
As he was taken and put into a car to be droven to the mental hospital. Time stood still. I watched his car pull away his eyes watching me, swallowing me, as he left. My eyes like a car crash, i couldn't turn away. I will wait till tomorrow to visit for the first time. As for right now, i am going to check out the story behind this. The room that held all of the records was under lock, and every officer held the key. I unlocked it and went to Ashley's folder. Sliding the 'A' cabinet open i found her. I opened the folder. Ashley Brunette age 19, killed, throat lashed by treaded blades, raped after death. victim's body had dried saliva and hairs leading to Lucas Robert Hemmings. His finger prints were also found on her skin. Her autopsy showed she died from blood loss. I sighed, this case is a hollow ground. I closed her folder and shoved it in sea of names. I hadn't realized I was in there for about an hour or two. I decided to go back to my apartment, and get ready for the bar with Harry.
After the time it took for my cab to arrive and drive me to the apartment, it was sunset. And I was horrified, I had just realized what I was doing. My stomach churned, I am helping a rapist. I kept asking my self if I was doing the right thing. It was going to have to be, because if he is guilty I could go down with him. I am risking it all for him. He better do the same, and follow the instructions I gave him. Getting inside my apartment room I put on some appropriate clubbing attire, and placed some mascara on my blue eyes. I had just finished and was approving my look when, the notification at the door arrived. Harry stood in a t-shirt and jeans waiting for me at the door.
"You look lovely. I hope you didn't mind me coming to your room, I didn't want to be rude." he kissed the left side of my cheek as I greeted him with a hug. My cop appearance, is the exact opposite of my personality, the officer Olivia is rough and rude, while casual Olivia is average and girly. "No its fine, thank you." I smiled and we walked out of the small door frame, his hand on my lower back. "Should I call us a cab?" I asked while I locked my door. "No, I drove my car here so there is no need for that." That mad me think about why he hadn't drove a car home the day we met. "Oh alright."
We made our way out of the downstairs lobby, and out into the parking lot. Harrys height stood behind me the whole time. A cars headlights blinked as he unlocked it. He opened my door, his car was grey and expensive looking. "Thanks." I said as he shut my door. I could see his lean body jog to the drivers side. He was slightly out of breath when he shut his door. "wow it seems you're really out of shape there." He smirked. "I just cant wait to take you out, ready?" There was something not quite right in his eyes. Maybe it was the darkness of the car, but I swear I saw his eyes go black.
