Two of a Kind

Prologue

Harlyn POV

We watched as the police car pulled to the curb beside us, Officer Childers hung out the window as Officer Robertson sat behind the wheel of the cruiser looking unamused and stoic with his dark aviators on.

"Harlyn, there's been an incident at your house. We need you to come with us down to the station for a little bit" Officer Childers slurs the red and blue lights illuminated his face in the dark of the night.

"An incident?" I question.

"Yes, can you just get in the car" Robertson ordered.

I stepped back before looking to my friends, deciding to comply with their wishes I opened the door to the back of the cruiser and hopped in buckling my seat belt and settling in to the seat. Wondering what had happened I instantly thought that maybe something had happened to Carolyn and I started to worry, or maybe something had happened to mom instead. If it did happen to be mom it's probably that she was behaving unruly in public again and the sheriff picked her up for her own safety.

We pulled up to the station and Robertson opened the door for me and led me inside after slamming the door closed loudly. They sat me down in the waiting area while they talked with the sheriff about something, where's mom? Where's Carolyn? I got up to investigate and to get away from prying eyes. I had walked down these numerous times they had become comforting, in a way, a strange way. I found myself in the holding area, as they like to call it, but it's actually the cells. There's a few, not a lot since the town isn't that big and the crime rate isn't that bad. The cells were empty and closed, except the last one, the door was open, strange. I left the 'holding area' and made my way into the office area where all the officers desks are. Nothing except for a few officers typing away on their computers. I walked through the desks and up to the sheriff's office, the door was closed and there was a lot of talking coming from inside of the room. I slowly opened the door and recognised officer Childers, Robertson, the sheriff, and Carolyn. She was sitting in one of the black leather chairs in front of the sheriff's desk her hands were cuffed, her white blouse was covered in a red liquid. Blood. She looked up to me, sadness, guilt, regret? All swelling in her chocolate eyes.

"Harlyn listen to me, it was an accident".

That was all she could get out before I was being dragged out of the room by Childers.

"You shouldn't have gone in there Harlyn". He spoke, no longer in a chilled tone, but in a more serious tone, one that rivalled Robertson even.

"What happened?"