In Love With The Madman

Chapter 22

It all happened so quick. Xavier got pushed down to the floor by two cops. One held me with my hands behind my back. Pain surged through my wrists as they put handcuffs on. The thing is, even with all this happening the whole time I glared at Xavier's mother.

"We would like to ask you a few questions." The same police officer from before was sitting in front of me. Though this time he seemed a bit more annoyed. His sleeves had been rolled up to the middle of his arm. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Was it actually that hot in here? I tried looking around the room, as if I was going to find an answer on the walls. It was all concrete. The door was closed so tight I kept thinking it would never open again.

"Go ahead," I said looking down at my lap. I never realised I could look at my lap and be terrified, because my hands weren't there.

He pulled out a notebook and started writing stuff down. "Did you know you were going to end up back here?" He started asking questions. I shook my head. I never wanted to end up back her! I felt like screaming at him. "Hey, can we get these handcuffs off of her?" The man asked. If I wasn't in a police station I would've laughed. He looked like he was talking to thin air. Someone opened the door and came with a key to take me out of these chains.

There were red marks where the cuffs had been. How tight did they have them? I asked myself, in a daze. I went to rub my wrists and instantly felt terrified. What if they saw that I felt to relaxed and put them back on? I decided to keep one hand behind my back and one on the table. My nails were long enough that they hit the table before my fingers.

"Now back to the questions. What is your relationship with this murderer?" The man asked. I snapped back into focus, like I was a camera. He was holding up a mug shot of Xavier. Xavier's lips were curled into a frown. His eyes looked like they had lost everything. I suddenly felt a rush of anger run through me.

I slapped my hands down on the table and stood up. "He's not a murderer!" I screamed. I remembered what he had said.

"The real murderer has them." His words kept swirling around in my head. It was Robert that man that had Amber, he's the real culprit.

"How do you know this?" The man asked. I looked back at him straight in the eyes. What was I supposed to say? I didn't have any proof for Robert being the killer.

"I'm his girlfriend! That's why!" I yelled. It was something I said without thinking and it kept going on.

"So your his accomplice?" The man said. I nodded. As soon as I did that officers rushed in and took me to a cell.

I was practically thrown into it. The door slammed shut and the locked clicked into place. This was truly the end.

"Looks like you got stuck in here too." I whipped around to find Xavier sitting there, behind me with a smirk on his face. I ran up and embraced him. "Were you actually that scared?" He asked me. I nodded. "What did you tell them?" He asked, now in a more serious tone.

"That I was your girlfriend," I claimed. He started to laugh.

"You sure are brave. What else did you say?" Xavier said.

"That you're not the murderer," I said quietly.

He shot up, "Did you tell them who was!?" He yelled at me.

"No I didn't have proof. Anyways why do you care?" I asked. I thought that Xavier didn't like Robert. Xavier sat there thinking about what he was supposed to say.

"He's my father."

A/N: Wow! Who saw that coming? (Me!) Hope you enjoyed the chapter!