Mini Foley- Back- book2

22. Theres always more

"So, how well do you know Clay Jensen?" The sheriff asked, looking me in the eyes. I looked down at the computer next to me, My brother and Clay on screen. I looked back at him "Well enough to know that he's a good person." I replied, sitting back in the chair.

"Well, it seems you both share the same anger, you must know how he felt." He began and I scoffed. "You disagree?" He added

"What's your point?" I asked, rolling my eyes. He was telling the truth, I should probably take anger management classes but I never do. "My point is that you can sympathise, maybe you and Justin covered Clay's tracks...you both care about him a lot." He stated.

I furrowed my brows "You're kidding. Clay is a good person, he was angry and he couldn't think straight that night." I told him, my blood starting to boil. He let a litle smile across his cheeks, he knew he was getting under my skin. "If he doesn't have a good mental state, that would explain why he would ki-" I cut him off.

"Are you deaf? He didn't do anything!" I shouted, slamming on the table and getting close to his face.  He smiled and called for backup. "I need another officer in here, I've just been physically assaulted by Angie Foley."

My mouth dropped open and before I knew it, I was held to the floor in handcuffs. I screamed and tried to move but I couldn't. I found myself being dragged into a holding cell in the station, sitting myself down on a chair. I glared at the officer as he talked to deputy Standall, about me I guessed.

"We can call someone to pick you up, they need to be eighteen or over since you are a minor." He told me in a sigh. "I didn't touch the guy!" I said loudly. He shook his head and passed me my phone. "One call." He simply stated.

I couldn't call Justin as he was with an officer in another room and so was Clay. I sighed and dialled the number into my phone. He soon picked up "Hey you." He chuckled.
"You will not fucking believe this, you have to come get me from the sheriff's office." I told him.

"Wait, what? Why? I'm on my way." He replied, I could hear him pick his keys up. "I'll tell you when you get here, thanks Monty." I soon hung up the phone and passed it back, glaring at the officer.

Monty soon arrived, spotting me in the cell and laughing hard. He took countless photos of me. "Oh how the tables and turned." He laughed, talking to the officer straight after. He was able to get me out and I hugged him before stomping on his foot.

"What the fuck happend?" He questioned as we walked to his car. "They were interviewing me about Bryce and I got angry...they accused me of fucking assault, I didn't even touch the guy!" I yelled, kicking over a bin.

I started to punch a lampost, my hand getting bruised in the process. Monty grabbed me and held me tight "It's okay, you're out now." He kept whispering to me, calming me down. I hugged him and smelled him, he always smelt amazing to me.

"Let's get you home baby." He said quietly, kissing my forehead.
-

I was walking to school, my hands gripping my school bag. I was still mad about the night before but not as much. Let's just say that Monty relaxed me a lot last night. I was happy though, me and Monty were finally back on an okay track.

I hadn't been talking to Jessica and I'd ignored her texts. Bryces funeral was just so wrong. They weren't the only fucking rape victims there and they had no idea how them shouting out that stupid word made me feel. God I hated every second of it. They only cared about themselves.

Guess what? I was raped. And guess what? I haven't said anything. And guess what? That fucking hurt. It hurt. But it can never be about me. It's always the people who are open and out that are brave, not the people who suffer in silence.