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Chapter 43

"The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it."
~ The Lion King

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Several hours after being held in a cell, taking pictures, stamping my fingerprints and answering stupid questions, I'm now waiting in a detainment room for an officer who wants to question me.

"I'm officer Camilla Coronado head of the case against you and your friends," the same lady that I met in the elevator walks in and drops a file on the table.

My hands remain cupped in each other, on top of the table, as I eye her. She doesn't look that old, her skin is flawless except for some wrinkles on her forehead and the corner of her eyes. Her dark hair, combed back in a slick bun, makes her look a few years older.

"I have some questions for you, Summer," she starts by taking the seat across from me. "You turned eighteen, just yesterday?"

"If yesterday was February fourteenth then yes, I did."

"There's no parental information in your papers, do you have an explanation as to why?"

"My parents died when I was a kid, Kai's parents took me in and when they died, his uncle took us both," I follow the story Kai explained to me. We made up this fake story to say in scenarios like this, so that we don't fuck up and make things worse than they already are. "It's all in the papers."

"It is, but I like to double check," she replies. Looking up from her papers, she tilts her head getting a better view of the left side of my face. "Did someone hit you?"

"Excuse me?"

"There's an imprint of fingers on the left side of your face."

The tips of my fingers brush the skin of my cheek and I feel a sting. I manage to keep myself from wincing, because I'm used to the pain, but the memory of how I got it flashes in front of my eyes.

"My friend and I got into a small quarrel."

"Small? What was it over?"

"Nothing that would concern the police."

"But if this happened when you weren't yet eighteen, it's child abuse, Summer. If there's something going on, you need to inform us."

"There's nothing going on," I repeat myself a little more firmly this time.

"Okay, uh- then let's move on to some more serious matters. Why'd you run from the scene when your friends were being arrested?"

"I'd like to see my lawyer before I make any official statements."

"Okay, what were doing between the time you ran away to the time you were arrested?" I don't answer. "Summer, I saw you in the elevator. You were wearing a black hoodie and sweats going down to the evidence ward where we found a chip installed into our main server. The chip is responsible for crashing our whole database and destroying particular pieces of virtual evidence. If that's not enough, I have your fingerprints all over the ward and on that exact chip. I have proof that you are guilty of causing the destruction that took place,  yesterday at the station, and working with The Black Killers."

"A lawyer, please," I word. That seems to tick her off, but she regains her patience and stands up.

"He'll be here in a few minutes," she says before leaving.

Fucking bitch.

She has no evidence. The fingerprints is a lie, because I wore gloves the whole time I was at the station. Any virtual evidence she did have is gone and any paper or physical evidence she has is either being bought out by Lilly at this moment or isn't strong enough to continue on with the case. Whatever the officers and Camilla saw, is just their word. They have no physical evidence to back up their claims.