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The Next Day.
"Now before I start any of the serious questions, how are you feeling Red?" I shook my head, my eyes closing for a split second before they shot back open.
My brain only wanting me to see the red and blue lights every time I closed my damn eyes even if it was only for a split second.
Those fucking police cars.
"I-I don't know," I frowned, looking at my hands that were placed on my lap in front of me, "Confused I guess?" I answered.
"What about angry?" Double A asked cautiously.
"Sure why not." I shrugged.
Today had really taken a turn for the worst and I was so fucking confused with everything going on right now my brain was just trying to keep up with everything.
I watched as Double A ran his hand over his bald head as I realized he'd started growing out a beard, making him look a little weird. I glanced down, also noticed that my leg wouldn't stop shaking, making a faint noise on the carpeted floor below as I tapped at it with my heel. I don't know if it was out of nervousness or anger, probably both.
I was nervous and angry and confused all rolled into one, and I had the right to be.
"Look, why don't you run me through everything that's happened... Please." He added, I shook my head.
"Do you know what's even going on?" I asked ignoring his question, statement whatever, "Please if you know anything let me know-"
"I know as much as you do Red... But what I need to know is what exactly happened, so I can start putting these pieces together." I ran my hand through my hair out of clear frustration.
Great now I have to start from the start and it's a long story...
"Look all I know is that I was awoken this morning at what like six to a large bang on my font door and the next thing I remember was walking into my living room after hearing some voices to find Brad was being arrested on my fucking couch!" I explained aggressively.
"What happened after that?" Double A asked, all his attention being on me as he sat opposite me behind his office desk.
"He was arrested, shoved into the police car like he was some worthless piece of shit. I followed them down to the police station and sat waiting in the waiting area until you called me," It was clear someone had called Double A to tell him someone had been arrested in my apartment as his first question was when I answered 'what the fuck did you do' to which I had to explain it was a friend being arrested and not me, "They wouldn't tell me why he got arrested or when he was going to be released or anything. I'm loosing my mind over here." I explained to him.
