Alone. (Michael Sutthakorn)

Chapter Twenty-Four

(Jamie's POV)

My eyes were still wide even after coming of the phone to the police. I don't think I've done anything wrong, I defiantly haven't.

"Who was that, princess?" He said putting his arms around my waist. Admittedly it was comforting but I don't think now was the time when the kitchen was a complete mess and the police will be round any moment.

"The police, they said they want to speak to me?" I said confused, I really am.

"The police, what?" Michael said just as confused as me. I began sweeping up the flower and the dried egg of the floor, I mopped afterwards. Michael hopped in the shower, I looked in the mirror to see some flour still in my hair even though I brushed it through.

There police, they can't judge people on their appearance. I ran to Michaels room, I pushed the door open and there he was butt naked, there was a naked Michael. I couldn't help but stare, I just walked in on my boyfriend naked...

"Like what you see?" Michael said cheekily, I covered my eyes laughing walking out the room.

"Oh, babe you didn't have to go out." He laughed, I giggled. I wasn't in the mood to really laugh at the moment, I still feel weird as to why the police has randomly decided they wanted to speak to me.

"Tell me when you're done." I shouted. Just as I said that he walked out, in joggers and a white top, he also had a beanie on.

"Done." He smiled hugging me. "You smell of egg." He laughed, I pushed on his chest and ran and got some of his grey joggers out of his draw along with a top.

I changed as quickly as I could, I rolled the top of the jogging bottoms down. The were a little big on me, not that I cared I didn't want the police to see me in the state I was in before.

"I just saw you change." Michael giggled like he was a five year old who hated girls and thought they smelt.

"Oh shut up." I said running back down the stairs, this isn't even my house and I take more care of it then Michael. His shoes are everywhere, but whenever I try to pick up his beloved Air Forces he goes mental.

I heard a rather loud bang on the front door.

Oh god. I'm nervous, I sit on the couch waiting for Michael to open the door which he did. I heard them exchange words for a moment, I began to become more and more nervous. The police men's footsteps became louder and louder as they approached the living room.

I saw the door push open, that's when the nerves really kicked in. I can't recall anything bad that I have done.

"Jamie Clark?" The police officer said bending down to my height. I nodded not sure on what to say. I'm so nervous, I don't know what to say to a police officer.

"Yes, that's me." I stuttered, I don't know what is wrong with me. Usually I'm a confident, bubbly character. Maybe not today.

"We have to talk about a few things." The second police officer said. I nodded, I didn't want to interrupt him. So I decided to stay quiet, I didn't want to be in more trouble then I probably already was.

"A few weeks ago, you lived with your father Malcolm and your mother Alison." He said waiting for my response, I nodded saying yes wanting to know where he was going with this.

"You also lived with your brother, Charles. Am I correct?" He said making this convocation way longer than it should be, I'm not good with keeping on top of what people are saying. Half way through a conviction I will forget exactly what they have said.

"Yes, that is correct." I said nodding. He noticed I was nervous seeming as I was playing with my hands in my lap.

Michael was sitting next to me, I felt his hand on my back for a little reassurance. I gulped dreading what his next sentence would be...

"Your family home was trashed. We interviewed your bother as he was the only one home. He told us that you were angry when you got home, you locked him in the house alone." He explained.

"Why did you do this?" He asked writing something down on his clipboard in front of him.

"I came home and the-the house was trashed. Things were turned upside down, everything was pulled of the cabinets. I ran up-up stairs and I found my brother, Charles. He told me that-that he was in some trouble, I asked him what sort of trouble. He told me he got into trouble with drugs." I said taking a breath after I blurted all of it out to a police officer. I basically just gave my brother in.

"Are you being a hundred percent honest?" He said. That question made me really angry... Why the fuck would I lie to a police officer, I know that would get me into way more trouble than I needed to be in!

"Of course, I am!" I said a bit louder than I intended. I could see the police officer was taken aback by it but c'mon it was the most stupid question. I know there are people out there that would lie to a police officer but I wouldn't. That's just not who I am.

"Ms Clark, Charles said that you were the one who got into trouble with drugs." He said.

"Are you fucking serious!?" I jumped up out of my seat shouting, I was fuming. Right now I want to hire a fucking hit man to run the fucker over.

Oh dear. I swore, I never swear.

I looked at Michael who's eyes were wide open, he new I didn't swear. He new how angry I was.

"Ms Clark please calm down." The police officer said getting out of his chair, I shook my head. I won't calm down.

"Why are the police involved anyway!" I shouted once again. Why couldn't my mum and dad accept the fact that Charles was a little shit. I was the good child, done what I was told got good grades. The only bad thing I've ever done was run away.

"Because your father requested us to be." He said calmly, I looked over at Michael. I know he couldn't do anything but I didn't know what to do with myself.

"So basically what you're saying is... My dad believed my brother over me, so he wants me to what?" I said shrugging, what am I meant to do about it.

"He wants you to replace the things that were broke in his house." He said nodding.

"What's that got to do with you then?" I asked, I don't understand why the police had to get involved.

"We are here to take you back to your family..."