The Next Day I wake up to the smell of coffee and then all the memories come flooding back to me from the previous night. I get up take a good long very hot shower ang get ready to head down to the police station. When i get into the kitchen Emily is sitting at the table with the ipad coming up with a new dress idea. " emily i told you that we are not suposed to work on weekends" "sorry it came to me when i looked out side and took a drink of coffee i think this one might be it!" "okay you get your ideas at the wierdest times i swear hey by the way would you mind coming down with me to the police station today?" "Yea sure let me get dressed." i nod i am startled ou tof my day dream by a vacuum. i go in my room and our house maid rosealee is picking up my phone. " rosealee i am sorry you have pick this up i was really fustrated sorry" "no its okay its my job i refuse to let you help" "okay you sure" " yes i am very sure okay you run along with emily and get your paperwork done." "k sorry again." we are heading out to my car when i relise that i forgot to grab my wallett with everthing in it so i run and grab it as i am driving i am very nervous because i was thinking what if that person that killed my parents what if they are coming after me and they know everything its a very tense ride. As we arive we are greeted by 2 very nice young officers one is blond and they other has deep brown curly hair. The blond one explains that emily is not aloud to go into the corenor room unless she is related so he said that harry the one with the curly hair will take her to the room where all paper work is so she will be waiting. Harry takes Emily to there room where she will be waiting for. the blond one introduces himself as niall and takes me to a dark room. when we walk in he quickly covers my mouth but before i could pass out i kick him in the nuts and punch him in the face a few times before i ran out as i was running i kept yelling Emilys name so i thought maybe she was in the car as i get in i speed away as fast as i can in my old iroc comaro. when i get home i lock all the windows and doors and make sure no one can get in as i run up to my bedroom. when i get up there i lock my bedroom door and sit there waiting with my 300 winchester magnum rifle and a little daranger under my pillow. when im sure no one is going to come through i head down stairs to eat something i have my little daranger still on me though just in case. there is nothing to eat so i decide to go to a little store that is just down the road. as i am getting into my car something feels really badly off but i chose to ignore it as im driving listening to how to save a life by the fray along cold as ice object is held to my throat anf a young man leans into me and says with a slightly high but beautiful voice drive or suffer the worst which i dont want to do because your so beautiful.
