Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 12: PART TWO (Do I?)

Chapter 12: PART TWO (Do I?)

The driver gets out of the cab and comes around and opens my door.

“Get out of the car, mam.”

“Excuse me?” I say, or ask.

“Get out of the car, or I will get you out myself.”

I get out of the car because the thought of this guy actually grabbing me, and touching me, freaks me out. I mean it looks like he hasn’t showered in days.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

“Umm..Why?” I ask but do it anyway. Who knows, he could have weapon, and I’d rather not get killed tonight.

“You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can and will be used against you in the court of law, you have the right to an attorney if you can't afford one, one will be appointed to you.”

Obviously I don’t say anything else. I have no clue what is going on. I didn’t even do anything that is against the law or something that would get me arrested.

Did Harry do something? But, if he did something, why would I be the one that’s getting arrested? This is so frustrating because I can’t talk or anything. How do people deal with this.

He walks be over to the sidewalk and we stand there a little while. That is until I hear sirens coming our way. There’s an ambulance, firetruck and two police cars. What in the world is going on?

“Mam, I’m going to need your name, and age.”

“My name is Lara Rufus and I’m 17.”

“Okay, come with me.”

He leads me over to the second police car that has pulled up.

“Please get into the back seat.”

I do as I’m asked because who knows what he or anyone else will do to me if I don’t.

I look at this new driver. He doesn’t look creepy like the other one. He has brown hair that is spiked up and he looks very muscular.

He starts to drive off, following the other police car. I wonder who is in that one, or if there is anyone in there. But I was the only one back there. I mean they could have just came from somewhere…I don’t know. I’m so confused right now.

We are driving for about 30 minutes until we finally pull up to a police station.

“Come on, Mam. Unless you want me to get you out.”

I get out and follow him into the station and back to this room. In the room is a table with 2 chairs at it. There’s one light in the room and a huge window on one of the walls, which looks like people could see in from.

“Sit down, I will be back.”

I sit in the chair farthest away from the door, so I’m facing it and can see who comes in.

I wait a couple of minutes just staring into space until the door opens.

A young women comes in. She has short blonde hair, brown eyes, and is wearing a tight dress with black flats.

“Hello, I’m Sydney. I’m going to be asking you questions. Please answer truthfully. I have a lie detector right here.”

She places, what I’m pretty sure is the lie detector in the middle of the table.

“Okay.” Is all I say back. I mean what else am I supposed to say?

“Where are your parents?”