Collision || Luke Hemmings

she has a tendency to run away

"How many times do I have to say it?!" I screeched, my hands gripping the ends of my hair. I was really surprised that I hadn't actually pulled any strands out of my head yet, considering I've been sitting in a damn interrogation room for the past twelve hours... but no one wanted to listen to me. 

It was like every word out of my mouth bounced around the room before whipping out of the open window. Which, speaking of that window that they opened a little over an hour ago, they were freezing my ass off. It had to be some kind of tactic but my god I swore they were trying to kill me. 

"I know this is frustrating." The damn cop that I had been staring at for the past three hours said lowly, his voice deep and monotone. I couldn't understand how he was able to keep that same monotone, bored voice for the entirety of the time he's been sitting across from me. 

"It's frustrating because you aren't listening to a damn word I am saying." 

"Luke, I want to be on your side. But there are some holes in your story." I rolled my eyes as he repeated that sentence for what felt like the trillionth time. I wasn't sure what holes were in my story and they were not helping me figure out what the hell they were missing which meant we'd just keep going back and forth for another six hours. 

"It would be real helpful if you would tell me what fucking holes you think are in my story." I seethed, my eye twitching as he scratched the patch of hair above his lip that he was trying to pass as a mustache. 

"Let's just go over it again. From the top." 

"From the top?" I repeated. I couldn't decide if I wanted to cry or scream from the frustration of being in this room. I didn't even know what they were doing with Harry, seeing as I hadn't seen him since they brought us to the station. I hadn't even had time to process that I found him with his lips on her. 

"How long have you known Allison?" 

"Since we were kids." I growled. "We went to the same school since we were ten. We were best friends from the moment we met until junior year of high school." 

"Why did you stop being friends?" 

I sighed, pushing my palms into my eyes. We had gone over this already. The first time they asked me this question I didn't mention our bad years but they eventually pulled it out. In hindsight that probably didn't make me look too good. It wasn't that I lied to them, I just had a hard time understanding what our younger years had to do with any of this. 

"As I said before, we were teenagers. We were pushed apart. We made different friends and our lives took different paths. We had a class together senior year and we were paired together as partners that brought us back together." 

"You mentioned that she had been bullied in high school?" 

"She was." 

"So she had some enemies?" 

"Only one really comes to mind." I muttered, cringing at the thought of her. 

"Lexi Hunters." The cop stated. I once again found myself rolling my eyes. 

"You clearly know what I am going to say, so why are we going over this again?" He met my stare but kept his mouth closed. We sat there in our little staring competition until he raised an eyebrow, letting me know that he was indeed waiting for me to continue. "Yes, Lexi Hunters. She made her life a living hell." 

"Why?"

If looks could kill I swear this man would have been dead at least hundred times over by now. "Because of me." I growled, feeling like I was reliving the whole thing over again. "She had feelings for me, but I didn't have feelings for her. She didn't like that Alli and I had always been so close so she made it her mission to push us apart."