Hidden Secrets - A Beau Brooks Fanfic

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"You're under arrest on suspicion of false imprisonment anything you say will be used against you later on"

The guy slams me against the wall as I continue to struggle making it impossible for him to cuff my other wrist

"Im officer Moore, Miss Gray, please stay calm, you're going to absolutely fine-"

"Dont fucking talk to her!"

"Your parents will be pleased to see you back home, I know your stepfather has been at his wits end worrying over you" Bullshit are they

"Thats not true, Dahlia dont listen to them-"

I helplessly watch as the officer pulls Dahlia up and helps her back onto solid ground. Her cheeks are stained with her tears and she's shaking almost uncontrollably. Moore takes his jacket off and wraps it around her shoulders. Hes mistaking her fear for cold.

"No, you dont understand, there was no false imprisonment, Beau didnt kidnap me, he helped me-"

"Miss Gray you've been missing for 4 months. You must be very confused and quite tired. Please, this can be discussed at a later stage-" He stops mid-sentence to curse under his breath "My god, did he do this to you?"

I lift my head up from where I was staring at the wall and see him pick up her wrist, the dozens of cuts and marks all the way up her soft skin. She pulls away and yanks the sleeves of the jacket down.

".....no....."

she says it so quietly that I dont even realize she had spoken. Moore looks at me in disgust and Dahlia notices.

"I said no! He would never hurt me, Beau tell them it wasnt you!"

I turn my head away again. It was to much to look her in the eye.

"Lead him out of here" Moore grunts and the officer behind me gives me a shove to move me forward. I turn around a snarl at him before walking towards the door.

I can still hear Dahlia's cries as I'm walking down the stairs

We stop at the lobby and they apologize for the broken door. The lady at the desk looks slightly terrified. I guess I would be if I was in the same situation. Under the same roof as a criminal. Not like I am one. I was doing what was right, what was best for Dahlia.

We march to the car in silence and my head is pushed into the back of the car. Getting in with cuffs was harder then I had imagined.

"Why'd you take the girl?"

The youngest officer starts the engine at look at me through his rear mirror. I pretend I hadnt heard him and fidget around on my seat.

"She's pretty you know, maybe next time just ask her out instead of swiping her off the pavement" he chuckles and slam my elbow into the side of the door.

"Your're stepping on very thin ice here officer" I growl my voice dripping with venom. He stops laughing and turns out of the car. I look back at the wrong moment and see Dahlia being carried on Moores' shoulders. She appeared to be struggling.

"Dahlia! Dahlia! How is that legal!? How is he allowed to do that!" my voice is cracking at the volume im shouting.

"Quite shouting back there! She cant hear you!"

I feel like a kid again, my face squashed up against the glass. The drive was just a blur of scenery. Trees. Fields.

Moore seemed to have taken a shorter route. We pull outside the station just as Dahlia is being marched through the doors. I follow closely behind but get stopped in front of the desk as she continues walking on through another set of double doors. Where was she going? Would I ever see her again? Would I get a chance to say goodbye? What if when I next see her she cant even remember who I am? What if she tries to commit again? I cant do this.

"Where's she going?"

"Beau Brooks" the officer gives in my information to one of his colleagues who was busy typing it out onto a small laptop.

"Did you hear me? I said wheres she going? Where is she going?!" I stop in front of the guy and he stares at me, no emotion showing on his face.

"Get out my way"

I'm then lead down several hallways to a large iron door which when opened made a high whistling sound. The door is then slammed and locked behind me and I'm alone. Never had I felt so alone in my whole entire life. The light in the cell was dim and it smelt of stale wee. I turn around and jump at the sight of a large beefy guy lying on the top bunk. If he wasnt here in a prison cell, you would have mistaken him for working in the forces with his sleeves of tattoos and khaki clothes.

"Uh, I'm Beau" I say sticking out a hand but slowly retract it when he decides to spit on the floor. This place was a bog.

"Crusher"

"Crush who"

"No you dick'ed, I'm called Crusher" he spits again and it lands on my shoe. I hesitantly take the end of my bed sheets and wipe it over. "That can't be your real name though-"

"Why not"

"Well....it just cant, your parents wouldnt of-"

he jumps down of the bunk at slam me against the wall.

"Lesson number one, dont EVER. Dont ever, talking about my parents, got it Beau Brooks"

I must of gone as white as a sheet.

"Yes, I do know youre name, everyone knows your name. The guy who kidnapped that girl, Dahlia Gray. I heard she was great in b-"

I kick him off me and shove him across the room.

"Don't. Even. Say it."

"Woah, woah, looks likes someone didnt get laid" he smirks and climbs back onto his bed. I fold my arms across my chest, my pulse still raised from my aggression. I was fed up of people knowing who Dahlia was. No one apart from me knew who she truly was. How he fucking dared to say she was good in bed.

"Alright then, Crusher, what are you in here for"

What do you think Crushers in here for?;) And what about Dahlia, she was devastated that Beau get taken away from her. Whats going to happen to the both of them? And most importantly Dahlia going to have to go home back to her Mum and Ian? Lets hope not. Thank you all of you, next chapter will be up soon, love you all :) :* :* :* :*