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~ psychotic ~
I stare, breathlessly across the table at the two police officers.
"Where is he?" I ask them. "Who?" "Don't fucking play dumb with me, where's jack!" I yell. "You don't need to worry about that" one of them raises their eyebrow. I slam my hands on the table and stand up. "I need to see him!". "Well you can't" He leans forward in his seat. If it wasn't for the handcuffs around my wrist connected to the end of the table then I would have- "Sit down Miss Steele" the other one says. I sigh and take a seat.
"We are allowing you to say your last goodbye to him" The officer says as he unlocks one of my handcuffs. "Good-bye?" I stutter. "Yes, after today... you're never seeing eachother again".
His words made me break down. I was shaking, crying. This was emotional torture. I soon started to think that falling for my own stepbrother wasn't the best idea, but he had his hooks in me so deep that I didn't care about our situation.
And to think I would never be able to see him after this day... broke me.
