There's Blood On The Dance Floor (A BOTDF Fanfic)

:Chapter Fifteen:

The car ride there seemed to take an eternity. I stared out my side window the whole time, with the window down to the breeze hit my face, keeping me upright. I started to grow tired physically and emotionally with all that was happening lately, and I thought the breeze against my face would help clear my head. The crunch of the street gravel was all I could hear as we exited the city to head to whatever other part of town the station was at. I could made outThe stars above us illuminated everything around us in an eerily, yet beautiful glow that make even plants on the ground beside the road have its own shadow. The officer beside me didn't say a word as she drove--and I was too afraid to start a conversation--so we rode in silence. I could make out the silhouette of Jayy's head through the darkly tinted windows in the vehicle ahead of us. I wish I could be in the car along with him, but there's no way they would let him come close to me since he got me drunk, "raped" me and got me pregnant.

Once we got to the station, the officer who I still didn't know the name of, parked in a space near the building. I unbuckled my seat belt and climbed out of the car as she did, and walked obediently through the door that she opened for me. Immediately inside was a lounge with lots of people busying about, running all over the place, stapling papers at desks, speaking into walkie-talkies or into phones, and lots of other things that I couldn't take in all at once. I was so used to a routine in the day, seeing pretty much the same 4 people each day for over 2 and a half months, that this kind of energy in the air frightened me. My eyes widened and I stared down at my feet, letting the woman officer lead my way to wherever we were going by steering me by my elbow. I didn't want to know or come close to knowing where Jayy might be staying for who the hell knows how long, prison or jail or whatever. We rounded a corner and went in a doorway. I raised my head to see what my surroundings were, and my eyes set on a man in a light blue button-down shirt with a black tie, sitting at a dimly lit table, papers and a pen in front of him. Across him was an empty seat, where I'd be sitting. The female officer beside me shuffled over to him, whispered something in his ear as he nodded to himself, and left the room, shutting the door softly behind her. I stood there, frozen in place, not knowing what to do or what to say. He motioned forward with his hand for me to have a seat, "Please, if you don't mind," he said, "we'd like for this to go as fast as possible so we can get this settled and get you help; whatever you may need,"

I swallowed nervously, licking my lips because they were suddenly very dry, and I stepped forward, pulling out the chair and sinking down into it slowly. My hands started to shake, so I clenched them together as tight as I could between my legs to keep from showing my nerves. I glanced around the room; no windows, only one light above my head, the table we were sitting at, and the chairs we were sitting on, along with a full wall-length mirror on the right side. There were most likely other stupid people on the other side, listening in and watching this whole damn thing. I knew this from all the cop shows; it was see-through on the other end. And there was a hidden camera recording everything too, somewhere in here. I couldn't help but feel a bit claustrophobic, especially with the huge mirror reflecting everything back at me.... I never really had this problem before, but I guess it's just that I'm so worked up about everything that I'm over exaggerating. The man cleared his throat and started, "I have some questions to ask you regarding witnesses saying they saw a man harm you...We've been trying to track you two down--they said you have been living together?--and were told you live in Minnesota, but this Jeremy man lives here in Arizona. The officers that found you all talked to Jesus Torres, or as you know him by Dahvie I believe, and the others you were found with. They told their side of the story, and Jeremy his, but we need to get yours as well. Yours is most important, after all," he started to tap the pen in his hand on the table as if he was anxious, and that really annoyed me. He continued, "If you at any time feel uncomfortable with a question being asked, please say so. Now, your full name is Azrael Ayn Williams, correct?"

I nodded.

"Alright. And the suspects full name is Jeremy Brian Griffis?"

I nodded a second time, getting a fluttery feeling inside my stomach from hearing his real name. I don't know if that's good or bad....

"Okay....Now, we have complaints from your mother--who we flew here so we could question her in person--as well as your friend Alyssa Reinhart. They explained that you told them yourself that he had gotten you drunk, raped you, and you are now pregnant. Is this true?"

I started to shake my head, but immediately stopped. I can't LIE. I have to tell the truth. Even if it gets him landed in prison. He doesn't deserve it because he didn't mean it, and it wasn't at all sexual assault. But if I don't tell the truth, and they find out, I'll get my ass in trouble. And that's all I need right now.... I struggled to find my words, but managed to choke out, "Partially...." My voice didn't even sound like the real me. Probably because I wasn't the real me at the moment. I was some scared child who had sex wth a gay man and got pregnant, who just wanted to go back to her old life where her mother at least provided a home for her and called her a whore and she had a horrible best friend....Anything other than seeing an innocent man have to be locked behind bars for the rest of his life because of her....Anything. "Okay, well, here's the story....I went to Jayy--I mean, Jeremy's--and....Jesus' band's show that night, and I was in the front of the pit....Jeremy saw me during their performance, and picked me out from the crowd. He whispered in my ear to meet me after the show at their tour bus because.....they 'had booze'....So after the show ended, I went over there, figuring he was just messing with me and to see what he really wanted with me. He wasn't there, and their girl employee who sells their merchandise during shows told me he was over at a bar that was across the street. I went over there and asked the bartender where he was, and he went and got him for me. Jeremy and I talked for a bit, and decided to go to back to the tour bus because it was getting pretty late..." The words seemed to flow out of my mouth without difficulty, which is surprising since I was so off-edge to begin with. "He was a bit buzzed off of the things he had been drinking earlier that night, so I had to help him walk somewhat to the bus...When we got inside, he asked if I wanted some water, and if strawberry flavored was alright....I said okay, and he gave me a glass full....I didn't see what he put in there because he was off in the kitchen, and it didn't even taste like alcohol. But apparently it was alcohol, because he had a glass as well, and we both got drunk...We started to get a bit giggly and flirty, and he sat over on the couch with me....and had his face close to mine...He was just so gorgeous at that moment even though my vision was fuzzy and I didn't know what I was doing, but I kissed him....He kissed me back...And it got really passionate...And I started to take his clothes off..." I started to take his clothes off. It's very true, because I did....I made the first move. Every time. He's an innocent man, god dammit. "Then, he took my clothing off...and well...." I stopped, taking my eyes off of the flat top of the table and to my belly, which had a slight bump to it. I slid my hands under my shirt and felt my stomach, rounded just a tiny bit. A baby was growing inside of there... "And i'm pregnant..." I looked back up at the questioning man, tears filling my eyes and threatning to spill over. I felt a smile across my face, and wondered why I suddenly felt so happy. I'd never wanted children before. The only children I knew were screamy, crying, pooping, spitting up monsters from my neighborhood or from the park or store that I couldn't stand. But this is different....This is my baby.