All dares. No truths.

Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

Saturday, April 12, 2014

5:00 am.

 

I lay my head in the cold table breathing deeply.

My eyes are closed, but I don’t let myself sleep.

I don’t even know if I can with so many things in my mind.

‘Out.’ I raise my head seeing a police officer enter the interrogation room.

He walks closer to me, taking me by the arm and walking me towards the door.

‘Where are we going?’ I ask him in a small voice, feeling disoriented.

I wince, feeling my knees hurt after scraping them.

I stop in my track staring at my full reflection in the mirror of the interrogation room.

My hair is completely disheveled, with dirt and leaves in it.

My shirt is ripped, and covered in blood, as well as my white shorts.

My hand and knees are scraped, covered in a mixture of dirt and blood.

‘Out.’ The police officer commands in a stern voice, dragging me out of the room.

We walk through the halls, my eyes focusing ahead as we pass several officers who stare back at me with distrust.

We get to a room at the end of the hall, and he knocks.

The door opens, and I step in meeting four pair of eyes.

Detective Marshall’s and three other girls.

 

4 hours earlier

Saturday, April 12, 2014

1:30 am.

 

‘Any?’ Laila asks Emilie and she sighs.

‘Not even one bar.’ She replies dejectedly.

‘Well, we can just walk a while, and see if you get any reception as we get closer to the house.’ I offer with a hopeful smile.

‘She’s right.’ Laila agrees and Emilie nods.