Chapter Nine

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I took me like 50 years to write this. I'm sorry u.u

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As I slowly drove up into the parking lot of the police department I tried to keep calm. I was getting worked up thinking about my mother's death. I really didn't want to talk about it because it was just going to piss me off, but I had to get this over with. As Scarrlet, Ren, and I walked up to the doors Scarrlet wrapped her left arm around my waist as I put my arm around her shoulders pulling her closer to me. We walked up to the front desk and there was a friendly looking woman sitting behind it, tapping away on the keyboard of her computer. "Hello, how can I help you?" She asked looking up from the glowing screen of the desk top.

"Uh, hi. I was called in for questioning about the death of my parents, I'm Mason Stone." I told her, not making eye contact. "Oh, yes. Detective O'Brien is waiting right through those glass doors." She said pointing a finger to the right of us. "Thanks." I said nodding at her and leading Scarrlet and Ren through the glass doors she motioned us to go through. "I'm going to walk to the coffee shop around the corner, do you guys want anything?" Scarrlet asked, looking from me to Ren. "Yeah, sure. Get me a white chocolate espresso with extra sugar." Ren said scratching the back of his neck. "You want anything, Mason?" Scarrlet said turning towards me. "Ah, no thanks. I'm good." I said, giving her a crooked smile. "Alright, I'll be back." She said as she gave me a peck on the lips and walked back out the doors behind us.

"So, what's up with you and my sister? Hmm?" Ren said teasingly as we walked down a long hallway to the detectives office. "I'm actually not really sure. I like her a lot though." I said looking down at my shoes. "I think you should go for it. Scarrlet doesn't usually act like this around guys or anyone actually, she must really be into you." Ren said as we continued searching for the office we were supposed to go to. "Uhm.. I think we're lost." I said and stopped walking to look at Ren. He did a full 360 turn and looked back at me. "Just a little bit." Ren said sarcastically.

Just as we were about to turn around to go back where we started from, a bunch of cops came running down the hall and pushed past us. I could hear voices coming out of the walkie-talkie radios on their belts. It was hard to make out, but I heard something about a girl and a coffee shop. The same coffee shop that Scarrlet was going to. "Oh my God." I heard Ren say, as he stood frozen in place. Before I even realized what I was doing, I ran as fast as I could out of the police station.

I came to a halt in front of the cafe, I stood there as Scarrlet's body was being wheeled into an ambulance. I swear I stopped breathing, I could hear my heart beat pounding in my ears. This couldn't be happening again, not with Scarrlet. "Why the fuck does this shit always happen to me? Why, God?" I screamed at the top of my lungs looking up at the sky. Everyone turned to look at me, but I couldn't care less. Scarrlet had to be okay, she had to be. There was no other option.

I walked over to the ambulance wanting to ride to the hospital with her. "Excuse me, you can't go in there." A paramedic said as he stopped me from getting into the ambulance. "I'm her brother." I lied, he nodded and let me past. I walked in and saw her laying there all messed up. She had cuts and bruises all over her face and arms, she looked so hurt. I just wanted to sweep her in my arms and hold her. I sat down next to her and gently held her hand, lightly stroking her fingers.

"Please be okay, Scarr. You have to be okay, for me." I whispered to her as I lifted her hand up to my face and kissed it. As we made our way into the hospital, I didn't want to let go of her hand. But, as they peeled me away from her they told me I had to sit in the waiting room. I sat there staring into space, I couldn't really think. I was still trying to process what had happened, it didn't seem real. Everything was fine about half an hour ago, why was this happening to me?

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