Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

28 | Locked away

Once again I found myself sitting next to Tyler at his hospital bed. He was bruised, beaten up and in a lot of pain. The doctors had given him something to help him sleep and for now it was working. But even in his sleep his face was twisted in agony. It had been exactly 24 hours since they had taken Dylan and all I knew so far was that they had arrested him for assault and battery and now held him into custody. I didn't even know when or if he would be released. I felt a strange emptiness. Like I didn't even care anymore. I couldn't understand myself. I loved the guy. I had tried so much to make him a better person. I had forgotten and forgiven but maybe I had just been too blind to see that he never changed at all, that everything he did when he was with me was all just an act. And for some reason it had stopped hurting me. I was void inside. 
I had been staring at the hospital walls for hours when I finally got myself to get up and head for the police station. I still needed to give a statement. I was terrified to do so. Would you testify against the guy only a day ago you would've given your life for? It was hard. It was nearly impossible to believe that I didn't care anymore, that everything I ever felt for him was nothing more than a distant memorie. But I had to. I had to stop loving a psychotic maniac. 

The police station was cold and empty and it took almost half an hour before they brought me into one of the interrogation rooms. I immediately imagined Dylan sitting there, in the plastic chair with that emotionless look in his eyes, not giving one single fuck.  

"Miss Whitmore, thank you for coming." The same officer that had taken Dylan with him spoke to me, sitting down on one of the plastic chairs. "I'm officer Jarvis." He crossed his hands in front of him, looked down at the paper and then back at me. "You are here because you were a witness in the case concerning Dylan O'Brien. I need you to sign this contract in which you state that what you say is the truth and nothing but the truth." He shoved the piece of paper my way and handed me a pen. I did as I was asked and signed the contract. "Thank you."Officer Jarvis said, putting the document away. "Alright. Will you please tell me what happened yesterday. What did you see?"

"I really didn't see that much." I honestly told. "I walked towards the front of the building when I saw Dylan hitting Tyler." 

"Did you see who launched the first punch?" I shook my head. "Was Mr. O'Brien defending himself?" Again I shook my head. 

"Tyler was barely even conscious anymore." I felt like a traitor for some reason. Like I was giving Dylan up but I had fought for him for so long. I couldn't keep protecting him. Officer Jarvis wrote my words down. 

"What were you doing at Mr. Posey's building?" 

"He invited me. We are friends and we were going to hang out." 

"Just friends?" I cocked an eyebrow with that. 

"Excuse me?" I huffed. "Are you implying that I was there to hook up with him?" 

"I'm not implying anything." He defended himself. "I'm merely asking a question here." 

"Dylan was my boyfriend. I loved him and I would never have done anything to hurt him." I growled. "So yes, I was just there as a friend. Dylan knew that." 

"You are saying Mr. O'Brien was your boyfriend. How would you describe your relationship?" I huffed again. 

"I don't see what my love life has to do with any of this." I wasn't really in the mood to explain everything Dylan and I had gone through. I didn't see why it mattered. 

"Look Miss Whitmore, Mr. O'Brien is no stranger to us. We let him go more than once because the evidence against him wasn't strong enough. This time I want to make sure I lock him up for good." The officers voice became more stern and his eyes were not as friendly anymore. I could tell he was tired. But his words shocked me. Lock him up for good? Because he punched a couple of guys in the face? Wasn't that a bit overdramatic? I sighed. 

"We had our differences, yes. Dylan is not an easy person. He has been hurt a lot by the ones he loves and he has a hard time trusting people. It was not always flowers and hearts with him but he tried. He tried for me. He's not a bad guy. He's not a criminal." 

"That's for the judge to decide." Officer Jarvis said, looking down at his paper. "Alright Miss Whitmore. That will be all for now, you can go." I left the police station with a knot in my stomach. This was not right. They couldn't lock him up for good. A few days to clear up his head I would've agreed to or maybe some social work but putting him in jail for the rest of his life was just wrong. So I headed to the only person I knew that could help me. Alex. He was sitting behind his desk in his office when I stormed in. 

"They arrested him!" I screamed and for the first time, I cried. Salty tears ran down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them. I let myself fall in the leather chair and Alex rushed over to me. He placed a hand on my cheek, wiping away the tears. 

"I know love. I'm so sorry." I buried my face in the crook of his neck and started sobbing. 

"How did you find out?" 

"I'm his psychiatrist. They had to let me know. I need to testify tomorrow." I looked up at him, sniffing away the tears. 

"Is there anything you can do for him? You know he couldn't help himself. You know he doesn't belong in jail." Alex sighed and stood up. 

"I'll see what I can do, but Jess... I can't promise anything." 

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