Kidnap Me I Might Play With Your Heart (WeeklyChris)

Suspect

"Anna Beige" the officer spoke "we need to talk to you about your dad"

I sat in silence for a moment before replying to the officers, "about what?" I asked, "we,dee going to bring you to the station. Just come with us, we'll discuss it there" the officer spoke firmly.

"Can I come?"much is spoke up, reaching to grab ahold of my hand. The officer,p took a moment to look at Chris before agreeing he was able to come. Once we arrived at the station, I was placed in an in closed room alongside Chris.

"Are you alright?" Chris asked, rubbing his hand on my back. "Yeah. Or I will be once I find out what happened with my dad" I spoke choking on my own words. "I'm sure-" Chris started, stopping himself as a man entered the room. "Hello I 'm Detective Archer" he spoke taking a seat at the table.

"Aren't you a little young to be a cop?" I asked, at impulse. "I, I, did not meant that. Sorry I don't usually say things like that" I panicked, at my sudden outburst. "It's alright" he chuckled, "from what I believe, that is an unfamiliar environment" he looked up before continuing, "I'm actually an investigator, and I'm only 20".

"Okay I'm just going to get you to answer a few basic questions" detective Archer confirmed.
"Full name?"
"Anna-Alyssa-Beige"
"Age and month you were born"
"17 and May"
"What is you fathers first and last name?"
"Bryan Beige"
The detective scribbled a few notes in his small paper booklet, before looking up and us again. "Okay, so we'll need to bring you. In for a more detailed analyzation. For the time being you can wait in the main area" he instructed.

"Wait" I asked, before anyone had the opportunity to exit the room, "what happened to my dad?

Detective Archer smirked before speaking, "I'm only allowed to share that with you, so I'll have to ask you to leave the room" he spoke, directing the second part of his statement toward Chris.

"Now we don't have complete information" he spoke as we both took our seats again, after Chris left the room. "But you father was admitted to hospital at 7:30 tonight, he claims, an incident occurred when he was in the living room of his house. He never got the chance to see who was there, but was shot in the leg twice".

My heat stopped for moments as everything around me moved in slower than normal speed, and then all at once began to spin rapidly.

"Is he okay?" I choked, "yes. Anna, your dad will be okay." The detective spoke, coming to my side of the table and holding on to my arms, clearly noticing my current state of mind. "He's okay Anna" he repeated himself, dropping me out of that state of mind and back to reality.

I took a deep breath, holding back onto the derives arms, myself. I tingly squeezed my eyes shut, looking up at him, and my eyes traveled to a pocket on the inside of his jacket, as I stood from my seat.

"Where did you get that?" I asked, looking at the seemingly identical key chain my father owned, with the same key attached.

"Pardon?" Detective Archer questioned, "the key, the one on the inside of your jacket" I spoke up. "You must have seen something else, I don't carry keys with me" he assured. "I saw a key, it looked like my dads" I accused him once again, taking a step away.

"Anna" he spoke firmly, leaning toward me, to pull a harsh grip on my arm, "you've been mistaken".

I met Chris in the waiting room, taking a seat behind him. "How did that go?" He asked putting away his phone,. "fine, I have to go back in, but-" I scrambled my words together, being cut off as an officer stood to my side.

"Anna, I'm ready to continue the questioning" Detective Archer ordered. "I'll be out in a little bit" reminded Chris as I followed the detective into another room