[Your P.O.V]
You sat on the chair in the dim room, it was you and three other people, the woman from the first time you were here, the cop that was all up in your face, and Vanna’s dad, You sat there in the chair, arms crossed and eyes looking nowhere else but the wall.
"So [y/n] can you tell what happened to your friend Mr. Clifford?" The cop asks as he sits in front of you, forcing you to look nowhere else but his face, You just shrugged your shoulders.
"I don’t know i haven’t seen him lately is something wrong with him?" I ask
"He’s quite beaten up." The cop says
"You haven’t seen him around school?" He asks and you simply shake your head at his question
" I saw him this morning in his front yard i asked what happened and He says he fell, is that what happened?" He asks
"If that’s what he said happened then that’s what happened, I haven’t seen Michael since last Friday." You explain
"What happened to your arm?" He asks as he lifts up your sleeve, You jerk away from his touch and pulled your sleeve down as you give him a glare.
"I was helping my dad in the yard this weekend, i bumped my arm on a sharp piece of metal." I say
"But your dad said you were gone all weekend for a field trip, In fact, your mom said the same thing." He says with a smirk.
"I meant the weekend before." You say trying your hardest to save yourself.
"So you were on a field trip this weekend?" He asks and you nod, The lady begins writing something in the folder and the cop just looks at you as if he doesn’t believe you and you all sit there in silence until Vanna’s dad broke it.
"LOOK YOU LITTLE BITCH I KNOW YOU WERE WITH THAT HEMMINGS KID SO FESS UP!" Vanna’s dad yells, You roll your eyes and smirk as you turn your head to face him
"Why are you so anxious to find him Mister?….. Does he have something of yours? Like drugs? Maybe secrets?" You ask, Vanna’s dad looks at you with a shocked look and the cops look at him and then at each other.
"Drugs?" The cop asks.
"Just keep asking her questions!" Vanna’s dad says changing the subject you made him nervous and even more angry and you were glad.
"Yes right! Anyway [y/n] sweetie, when was the last time you spoke to your friends?" The lady asks.
"What friends are you referring to?" You ask
"Calum Hood? Ashton Irwin? Roman Smith? Vanna? Any of them?" She asks
"Last time i saw any of them was today when i got here. Beside Mikey, like i said i haven’t seen him since Friday. That’s it." You say
