"Okay, I know I'm not your number one priority."
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Mitchel's POV
"I have to go." I told Phoebe trying to make my voice sound strong and confident. I shouldn't have burst out like that in front of her, she shouldn't see me like this. She was in shock and disbelief but also sympathetic towards me. In fact I needed that deeply. I kissed her for the first time meaning to do it, not just messing around with some girl I fuck with. Even though, I am only fucking with her.
I rushed out of the room seeking air, because the air was steadily being shorten and toxic. Each second passing it meant that I lost a chance of preventing a crime from being committed. Not again, not this time.
I unlocked my car and jumped in the car seat, securing my seatbelt. Driving felt the hardest task to do with all the tense running through my body. I tried to think something else to calm me down a bit. For some reason Phoebe crossed my mind wearing her sexy black lingerie but I pushed it back to my mind. I ain't gonna lie, I felt quite calm right now.
I knew it would be spasmodic since the most terrifying afternoon of my whole life was about to happen.
When I reached my destination and got out of the car, I was greeted by the old, high towering building. The paint was almost ripped by how old it is, the windows all closed shut and the gates covering the windows were rusty. The police station building seemed older and more suffocating than it really is.
"Sir, do you need anything?" A police man asked snapping me out of my thoughts. His grin indicated both anticipation and politeness. A weird combination if you ask me.
"I have an appointment with Mr. Anderson and..." I gulped "... Ms. Burton." Having to mention this name got so much power out of me. I hope I didn't have to face her otherwise it's going to be a very bad afternoon. Sorry for spoiling it to you but as I said before it's going to be the worst of my life.
"Oh, hi Mr. Cave, please follow me till I get you to the visit room." The officer said and I nodded slightly. My face was straight cold, even though I was burning on the inside. I was used to this though, everyday something had to bring me in a heart pounding situation but I had to keep my cool.
I followed the officer into a room painted in white and blue color with a table in the middle of it and bar cells colored white surrounding it. It was like a more lively colored jail cell.
A six foot tall guy, with black freshly died raven hair, wearing a blue and beige suit and tie entered a room. His one hand was holding a leather brown suitcase. I came to the assumption that this has to be the lawyer of ... her.
After a while my lawyer came in wearing a serious face, a black and white suit and holding a black suitcase. They were a like with the contrast being the suitcase and their facial features. Same composure, height, structure.
I was becoming anxious because none of them sat down. They were in fact, looking at the door waiting for another person to come in. No, this isn't happening.
