Love, Laila (ON HOLD)

23| Police

"Are we there yet?" I ask for the hundredth time and Zayn shakes his head, the usual answer. I throw my head back on the couch and kick the back of his with my good leg.

"What about now?" I ask.

"No."

"Now then?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"Yes," he suddenly answers and I squeal loudly in surprise. I slowly carry myself up to look at the window and I grin, this neighborhood was missed. Long rows of mansions beside each other and the clean pavement ahead of it. We are finally here. Home.

Home? I frown, remembering the lambasting thoughts. I could imagine Lara jumping in the air, and her vivacious hair tracing her back. I've missed you too. I throw myself back on the couch and look up to the sky.

She wouldn't be happy if she found out I've been cutting, hence, she'll be the most devastated. If she were here, she would have gone through hell and back. I shake the thoughts of my head and a mood swing takes place.

I'm on my Japan.

The car comes to a stop and all I could see is red. Red, red, red. Quinn. Now that I think about that bitch, no one knows what happened.

Wait! No one knows what happened! I push myself up to sitting position and I didn't notice Zayn coming out of the car, carrying my bags and in process of freeing my crutches.

I have a victory smirk to myself and face Zayn, "Take me to the police station. Now."

***

The police station isn't afar, so it's been like a 30 second drive. I spring, limping to the police station, not bothering about grabbing my crutches.

The cool, tense air slaps me in the face as I limp to the front desk. Zayn's hollers are long gone behind me, and I slam my bruised arm on the table to grab the officers attention.

Her eyes are strong grey, and her nose is slightly crooked. Her purple hair is in a messy bun and it unties when she shoots her head upward, scanning my face. I rely on the frigid counter for keeping my balance.

"Ms. Stars," She flatly smiles, "Fancy seeing you here, the police station."

I quietly moan in pain as I let my leg briefly touch the ground, "I've come to report."

She gets out from behind the desk and stands beside me, "It sure seems like it with your situation. Good god, Laila."

"Quinn Harmon," I accidentally grab her shoulder for support. Her mouth forms in an O and through her eyes, I could tell she doesn't believe me, "Pushed me off a flight of stairs, I think."

"You think? Laila, Quinn has been the most respected person in North Carolina," She incredulously shakes her head, "I think should would never do that."

She noticed the big giant cast on my leg and almost instantly she snaked her arm around my waist, and lead me to one of the discomforting looking chairs. I took a seat anyway, and my eyes started to bubble up.

"I want to make her rot behind bars terribly, officer," I scratch the bags under my eyes.

"You know you can't just report someone allegedly, but I do believe you."

My head jerks up and I could tell she was lying. She didn't look at me in the eyes, and rubbed her thighs with both her palms. I roll my lips in my mouth and the doors of the police station shot open.

Zayn stands there, and his eyes are scanning for me in the station, his eyes finally sparkle mines and he jogs toward us. Officer keeps her intense eyes on him all the time until she breaks her gaze away to look at me, "Taken?"

I crinkle my nose and nod, trying to grab her attention again to distract me from telling Zayn, "Thanks, Officer...?"

"Mira. Mira Jones," she replies as she drags herself up, and purposely bumping into Zayn. I raise an eyebrow and a pang shoots me through my chest, and slowly surges into my chest, leaving me confused about this emotion.

He scratches the back of his neck and hands me my crutches, "You need them," he says matter of factly.

Saying a quiet thank you, I avoid his green eyes and walk back to the car. I'm about to enter the car when he gently slams my body into side of the car, facing me. I hiss in pain either way but he locks his eyes with me and I could see real pain in his eyes.

"You're telling me what happened to you, right here, right now," I ignore the shivering feeling on my leg as tear my gaze from him and look down to the floor, "Laila, you are not okay. Who threw you on that hospital bed?"

"The doctor," I mumble.

"I'm serious."

I huff in exasperation and realize it's no harm to tell him, "Quinn. Pushed me off the stairs. Happy?"

He lets go of me, backs away and I play with my necklace. He traces the palm of his hand with his thumb, and bites his bottom lip to look at me. He mumbles something before getting into his car, with me following.

Zayn taps on the steering wheel when I reach my house. I decide he's not going to help me out, so I mange to get on my own. I lean on the door for support and limp my way to the back door, yet see him with trepidation tattooed on his face.

He hands me my crutches and pulls me into a hug. I'm a bit taken back at first, but decide to return the favor and hug him back.