Hidden Secrets - A Beau Brooks Fanfic

Chapter Thirty

Sorry for the MASSIVE break! Three months I've been gone! I have been so caught up with starting my GCSE's guys and settling in I just havent had time, but now I am back! :)

AND, we are on chapter thirty! I have never written this many chapters for anything and for people to have actually stuck with me and continued reading, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU

Beau's POV:

"Beau Brooks, am I right?" Moore walks around the room a few times before stopping in front of me, his hands resting rather heavily on the table at which I was sat. I say nothing.

"Of course you're Beau Brooks. You're the mysterious boy that rescues lost souls and makes teenage girls wet in their pants. Dream boy. You're the worlds little hero, aren't you." he grimaces and then leans back up to pace steadily around the room.

"Lets start with something that, how shall we put it, hits home a bit harder. Do you know anything about Dahlia and her regular sexual intercourse with her step father, Ian Gray?"

I go to stand up, my fists clenched, jaw straining, but get pushed back down by two men either side of me. Moore smiles. 

"Would you like to adapt on that response Mr Brooks?" No. Prick.

"I'm asking you a question"

"That's. Not. True." my voice comes out slick and heavy. He better start regretting that. 

"What isn't true? What do you mean?"

"What I mean is it was never sexual intercourse!"

"That's not what we've heard. Mr Gray told us that him and Dah-"

"What 'Mr Gray'  has told you is bullshit-!"

"Mind your language!"

"No! Fuck you! Fuck you all! That....that animal - because he is no man - that animal raped her! She has told me everything, everything! She deserved so much better than that-!"

"And you think you could give her better, what she deserved?" he stares at me and I calm my breathing down. Maybe I couldn't. 

"And tell me, Mr Brooks, did you yourself have any sexual contact with Dahlia Gray?" his stare is strong. I feel like he is slowly cutting up my heart.

"Why? Why does it matter? You're here to ask questions about a non-existent crime, not ask about my sex life!"

"Did you or did you not have sexual contact with her!"

"Yes! Yes I did!" I say, rubbing my face free of tears. Come on Beau. Do this for her. Do this for Dahlia.

He picks up the files that are lying tauntingly on the table and briefly nods at me. I frown back, my fingers digging into my thighs. It feels like days since I have been in contact with her.

"Oh, one last question" he stops in the doorway. "Do you love her?"

I'm quiet for a minute.

"Yes......."

He nods again and leaves the room.

Dahlia's POV:

The room I wake up in is different. No longer am I in a cramped, predominantly wooden filing office. The room is square, practically empty and everything in here is white and pristine. It looks to much like.....a hospital. 

I sit upright in my bed wrestling with the sheets, which were so stiff it was almost as if they had been washed with hand soap rather than washing powder. I reach up to the throbbing lump on my head and wince. What had happened to me? I needed to find Beau.