Hate That I Love You

Chapter Thirteen.

Running down an alleyway I see a dead end in front of me with no wall to climb over, looking around I see no windows or doors to go through either “FUCK” “Pia McCann stay where you are, right now, hands in the air” I hear behind me. Putting my arms in the air, my hands placed on my head I turn around to see two police officers pointing their guns at me, their car behind them. Rolling my eyes as one of the officers takes my hands and puts them behind my back “Pia McCann you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you…” “Fuck you. Will that be used against me or is it illegal to curse in the court of law?” I sneer, cutting him off as he tells me the Miranda rights. Hearing him sigh he continues “in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney if you can’t afford an attorney one will be appointed to you” Pushing me over towards the car, he opens the door “Get in” he snaps, pushing my head down and placing me in the back of the car.

Sitting in the interrogation room, with the same police officer that arrested me sitting opposite, his papers laid out in front of him on the desk “So, were you street racing tonight McCann?” he asks “Why did you arrest me?” I ask back, ignoring his question “For street racing” he replies “Well then you obviously know I was” I tell him, leaning forward and placing my elbows on the desk “Look. Don’t get smart with me, everyone here knows about you and your gang, we know the things you get up to” he tells me, cutting him short again “So then why have we not been arrested?” I ask, smiling knowing the exact answer “Because you’re good, you’re smart, clever enough to not leave any evidence behind” seeing his face I know he hated every second of admitting that “Are you gonna let me go or not? It’s not like I have any…previous convictions” I tell him, my eyebrow cocked up, a smug look across my face “Not yet. We need to question you about something” he tells me, opening the papers in front of him and turning them around “Ahh, so that’s why you arrested me. You thought you’d finally get something on me to arrest me just so you could question me about something else” “I’m just doing my job” he tells me, pointing to the collection of pictures in front of me. Looking down at them, I see Justin and I outside the store the other day “Do you know this guy?” the officer asks “Well I wouldn’t have been pictured with him If I didn’t” I reply, looking through the pictures, stopping at one of Justin and I kissing beside his car “Looks like you know him pretty well…” The officer says, smirking “So what if I do?” I ask placing the picture along with the others “We want you do something for us, Justin’s a criminal and we need the evidence that is yet to be found. Only someone who’s close to him can get the sort of evidence we need” the officer tells me, shuffling through the pictures and putting them away in the file. Slamming my hands on the table and standing up I laugh in his face “There is no chance in hell I’m working with you. Especially when it comes to Justin” I almost shout, pushing the chair to the ground as I pace back and forth the interrogation room “Let me go now” I say, seriously angry that I’m still in here for no reason “Fine, but we’ll be back for you Pia” “Yeah yeah, I’ve heard that one before”

Standing outside, I take my phone out and call Justin:

*Pia, are you ok? What happened to you?* he asks

*Baby I’m fine, the cops caught up with me. Can you come and get me please?*

*I’ll be there soon, I love you*

*I love you* I tell him, ending the call and putting it back in my pocket.

Hearing the door close behind me, an officer stands beside me lighting a cigarette “Mind if I have one of them?” I ask, noticing him to be pretty cute for a cop. Handing the box to me I take one out and light it up, handing them back to him “Thanks” Walking down the steps and out of the station, I begin to walk in the direction I know Justin would be coming from. A few minutes later Justin pulls up beside me, opening the door I get in the seat next to him “You ok?” he asks, placing his lips to mine “Nothing I haven’t handled before. I need to get my car” I reply “Where is it?” he asks. Showing him the directions to go we soon find it and I get back in my own car, following Justin back to mine.