Chapter Thirteen - The Police Station.

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(Mitch's POV)

"Scott!" I shouted. I wasn't sure if I was mad or not. Michael was lying on the floor, unconcious. He was still breathing, just. I'm not sure where Scott aimed, but the bullet went through Michael's stomach. Scott dropped the gun, slowly backing away.

"I'm a muderer." Scott gasped. I shook my head.

"He's still breathing." I whispered.

"Sir, I am arresting you for attempted murder. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later reply on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?" A police man handcuffed Scott from behind. There now was a police car, with 3 other policemen. Scott didn't say anything, nor did he fight back. The policemen shoved him in the back of the car.

"NO WAIT! YOU HAVE THE WRONG MAN! IT WAS SELF DEFENCE, I PROMISE! I yelled as a policeman held me back. He got in the car and they drove off, another ambulance arriving and taking away Michael.

"Where are your clothes, honey?" A lady paramedic asked Kirstie, she was still sat behind me, in only her underwear. She pointed at Michael. The paramedic raised her eyebrow before handing Kirstie a blanket.

"You two can come with us." I nodded, holding Kirstie's hand as we made our way to the ambulance. We sat beside Michael on the ambulance. I was crying, not because I was worried about Michael, but because I was worried about Scott. Depending on whether he actually meant to kill Michael or not, he could be locked up for 15 years. It was a stupid move.

(Scott's POV)

I only just realized what was happening.

"Name?" The policeman asked me once we had reached the station. I cleared my throat.

"Um, Scott Richard Hoying." I replied.

"Adress?" I gave him my adress and some other details. He told me the reason of my arrrest before taking all of my personal belongings. I had to sign some papers, had my photo taken, give a saliva swab and also my fingerprint. Fucking hell, the process takes ages.

"You get one phone call." The policeman told me. I nodded and dialed Mitch's number.

"Scott!" Mitch shouted from the other end. "Kirstie, it's Scott!"

"I need you to get me the best solictor you can, and they want you to come in for questioning later."

"Why?"

"Because you were an witness. They want Kirstie to come in aswell. They'll be contacting you both."

"O-Okay."

"Don't sound so nervous, Mitchie."

"I'm not."

"Right well, how is he?"

"He's fine, he's just resting."

"Well, I have to go. I love you, Mitch."

"I love you too, Scott."

"Scott Richard Hoying." I stood up as the policeman opened the door to the cell I was currently in. "Your interview will be in a few hours." I nodded. There was two things I was worried about. The interview, and the court hearing. I know that somehow I would fuck it up.

"Scott Hoying. Why did you shoot Mr Michael Grassi?" This woman asked me. I had to be careful what I said during this interview, cause everthing was being recorded.

"No comment." I replied. I was playing it safe. She sighed.

"When you shot Mr Michael Gras-"

"Hang on, maybe I didn't shoot him."

"Mr Hoying, we were there when you shot him. We witnesessed it."

"Oh." Fucks sake.

"So we know you shot Mr Grassi. So were you trying to murder him?"

"No comment."

"So you were?"

"No.Comment."

"What exactly did he do to you that made you so mad? We haven't interviewed your friends yet, and we looked through his files and it says he was in a mental ward for three years."

"No comment."

"Really?"

"Right. What I say next, is important. You'll probably even arrest him."

"It's non of your buisness if we arrest Mr Grassi, Scott."

"So you don't want to hear what I have to hear?"

"I'm all ears, Mr Hoying."

"My boyfriend, Mitchell Coby Grassi, is his brother. Michael murdered both of their parents when he was seven, and attempted to kill Mitch aswell. He was taken away, and a few days ago he came to mine and Mitch's shared apartment. He told us he had our friend, Kirstie. So me, Mitch, and two of our friends, Avriel Benjamin Kaplan and Kevin Olusola went to meet him. Michael had told us he would let Kirstie go, if Mitch went with him. Mitch went with Michael, until me, Avi and Kevin attacked him. He shot Kevin in the leg, and also killed a paramedic. And so..."

"Go on."

"No comment." I smirked.

"Right this interview is over. Thank you for the information about Michael. I mean I don't believe you, we'll have to wait and see what Mitch says.

"Okay." I nodded, and went back to my cell.

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