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𝒜𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒

I hope this isn't confusing,, idk let me know x

in my head
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"Here's the thing you're in love with a version of a person that you've created in your head that you are trying to, but cannot, fix"

"He's done nothing wrong, please believe me, Ethan would never"

The large metal door slammed behind Emma and left her alone with the officer sat at the table, he nodded towards the chair as if to tell her to sit down. She looked at it skeptically and finally sat down.

"Miss Chamberlain"

The officer sighed turning the file around on the table to face her, she flickered her eyes down at where the officer was pointing with the end of his pen.

"Is this Mr Dolans car, yes or no"

The officers stern voice scared her beyond belief. Her teeth chattered in her mouth as she looked at him. She couldn't deny that it was his car. Without looking at the picture she recited his number plate aloud.

"Miss Chamberlain, I shall ask again, is that Mr Dolans car?"

Her body shook violently, what didn't he understand? The number plate she had just spoken was the same one on the photo so why was he making her say it. She didn't want to be on tape, confessing that.

"Yes"

She blurted looking frantically at the large blacked out window to her left, she knew that people must be behind it watching her so she turned back to the officer.

"But please sir he didn't do it, he didn't sleep with her and he certainly didn't hurt her to look like-"

She shakily moved the photo of his car to one side so that she could fully see the woman's face upon the picture. Her eye swollen and lip cut, a real hate crime.

She looked familiar.

"-that."

"Miss Chamberlain, where were you and Mr Dolan on the night of the 5th of March 2019"

Emma held onto her head, she let go of a pained sob and the officer scowled and looked towards the darkened window as if to ask them if they were seeing the same thing as he was.

"W-we were at the movies, the whole night, watching back to back movies"

The officer leaned forward across the table, his eyes burning into Emmas head as she bowed it. He knew they hadn't gone to the cinema, people had been watching Emma all night and she'd slept for hours.

"Emma are you sure?"

The officer tried switching between her names, he thought that if he used her forename that maybe he'd see her as more of a friend and she'd speak more.

He needed her to speak.

"I know that he has a hold on you, Emma, but you have our protection. He can't hurt you in here, just tell us about him"

Emma looked up from the table and across at the officer her cheeks stained with tears, hot and painful. She sniffed away her her snot and tangled her hands within each other.

"I-I don't know what you mean. We went to the movies like I told you it was really cold and he gave me his jumper because that's who he is. You see demon, I see angel. Without a halo, a wingless angel"

The officers stomach dropped he reached out and held onto her hand, stroking his thumb over her knuckles. Usually he wouldn't soften to an interviewee but he knew that Ethan Dolan had ruined the girl.

She wasn't a suspect, she was a victim.

"Emma were still in the middle of a heat wave"

She shook her head and sobbed again louder into her hands. She was so sure that that's what had happened, she remembered it vividly, the way that they laughed and giggled and the way he held her and made her feel so safe.

"Emma, do you remember falling to sleep last night"

Emma shook her head in response, she didn't remember the last time she'd slept, everything seemed to morph into one. When was she awake? When was asleep?

How was she to know that she wasn't asleep now?

"My imagination's too creative"

"Emma, are you awake?"

Asked the officer leaning back crossing his arms as he watched the girl. Emma violently shot her head in all directions, was she awake? She closed her eyes to stop the tears.

"Emma, are you awake?"

Asked Ethan and she shot her eyes open and watched as he sat next to her on the back seat in the cinema, he stroked the hair behind her ear and kissed her temple. She closed her eyes in content.

"Emma, are you awake?"

Her nostrils filled with disinfectant and chlorine, her eyes although closed were illuminated by a bright light. She held her hand to her head and groaned before allowing her eyes to flutter open.

A doctor leaned over her body, his hand pressed against her cheek to check her temperature, she looked further around the room and her eyes landed on a police officer.

The doctor nodded towards the officer as Emma shuffled further up the bed.

"Miss, I need to ask you about Ethan Dolan"

The girl scowled and glanced around the room, where was he? Was he safe? Her heart pounded out of her chest. She longed for his warm embrace and soft words.

"The one who split your lip and put you in here"

The officer continued.

Emma shook her head frantically, her heart rate increasing faster and faster and faster. He hadn't hurt her, he hadn't put her in hospital. He was a good man.

She reached up to touch her lip and winced, the pain coursing through her veins. Her whole body now in sharp pain like she'd fallen down a never ending flight of stairs.

"I love Ethan, he the kindest, softest boy I know. Where is he? I need to see him"

She looked down at the tubes that threaded in and out of her forearms and contemplated ripping them out so she was free. She nearly did it until the police officer said,

"Here's the thing you're in love with a version of a person that you've created in your head that you are trying to, but cannot, fix"

Emma screwed her eyes shut.

"He's done nothing wrong, please believe me, Ethan would never"