words i didn't say ~ cmb [COMPLETED ✓ ]

ch. 22

"honey, can you speak for us?" the lady officer asks.

"the only way we can catch darian james is if you explain what happened. if not, we have not evidence..." she says, trying to say it as calm as possible.

i was trapped at the police station.

eben called ryan because he was the only witness that found me in a mess.

i haven't spoken since i thanked ryan for helping me.

he's become a close friend of mine as he's seen me at my weakest point.

corbyn and i have grown apart in the past few days.

we've been separated and i've been either in my room or at the police station.

he's tried to talk to me but i can't speak back. i can't say anything.

after the incident, i couldn't speak. i still can't.

apparently i'm too traumatized to speak.

maybe. maybe i actually am.

maybe i can try...

"azalea... you ok?" the lady officer asks.

i nod, scooting the metal chair and standing up.

instead of therapy, they gave me the police officer to collect information.

because darian is at school and in a few of my classes, i decided to take the online courses instead.

because i'm taking online classes, i was able to transfer to harvard.

i rush to the starbucks where i'm meeting daniel and jonah.

we get coffee together every sunday after my therapy session.

i park the car and run in.

ugh... they're late again...

i order a croissant and some green tea and sit down at a table with three chairs.

i scroll through the text messages that i've received lately.

many texts from people from my old high school, trying to encourage me to keep going or to speak out.

they were all fake to me in high school and now they're acting as if we were friends.

i roll my eyes and set my phone down.

my name is being called and i go and grab my food and drink.

i turn around, running into someone.

"i guess i almost made you drop your croissant, huh?" the snarky voice remarks.

i freeze in my steps, regaining my thoughts.

i quickly walk back to my table, looking down.

he sits across from me, chuckling.

"so, how'd you like it? was it better than corbyn?" he says, the smirk on his face growing.

i stay silent.

i wouldn't know. you were my first...

i reply silently in my head when he throws all his words at me.

through the window, i see two guys getting out of the car, heading towards the door of the coffee shop.

the door opens and one looks around.

they've seen me.

the other comes running over.

"get away from her, you dipshit," the younger seethes.