Scared of Him

Help?

Lindsey's P.O.V
I glared at Detective Baker. She just won't quit, will she? She keeps asking questions and trying to talk to me. The only thing I've told her is that she's the reason I tried to kill myself, because she won't leave me alone. It's not true, but I had to say something to her so she'll leave me alone.
"I'm going to be blunt with you," she began "I know I'm not the reason you tried to kill yourself. I think you have a very different reason. I've taken a look around to see what I can find out about you. I've checked with not only your parents but at your school with your teachers and places you usually go to. You know what most of them said about you? That you're nice and popular, but you've somehow changed. And I've noticed that it was around the time you started dating that boyfriend of yours that you love so dearly. It makes sense Lindsey. I see what's going on, and I want to help you. You may be in denial about it, but you need help. That's why I want you to talk to me, so I can help you. But you have to talk Lindsey. You have to say that Lucas is abusing you so I can do something about it before it's too late."
I looked down. So she's figured it out...but I can't let her take Lucas away. I love him too much to let that happen. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine."
"You're not fine, Lindsey," she said "That's why you're in the hospital under suicide watch because of the possible depression that came out of nowhere until you started dating that boy."
I shook my head "Depression can be caused by a lot of different reasons."
"It's all right in front of you when you do research and piece it all together."
"Get away from me," I growled, looking towards the window "Get out of my face, this room, and me because I DON'T need help. The only thing I need is for you to stay far, far away from me and to never come back into my life because you've been nothing but trouble!" I didn't keep my eyes off of the window, but I heard her walk out of the room. I smirked to myself. Finally. She's gone. That was so much more easier than I thought. My smirk went away at my next realization. As a matter of fact, that seemed too easy. I blinked back my tears, trying to prevent the oncoming tears. I may never hear the end of this, will I?

Kara's P.O.V
I held Detective Baker's business card in one hand and a phone in the other. Lindsey doesn't want to talk. What can I do or say? Will this even help? I sighed. I don't know if this'll really help. My thoughts were interrupted by my little sister, Maya "Kara, are you here?"
I hid them in my lap and looked over my shoulder "Did you need something?"
Maya poked her head in my room "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Are you hiding something?"
I sighed as I rolled my eyes and showed her the phone and the card "What am I, under parole or something?"
"I was just asking," she replied, innocently.
I sighed again because I felt bad "Sorry. It's just Tyler's mad at me and Lindsey is in the hospital again. I want to know if she's okay but she doesn't like me anymore."
"Does she still like me?"
I shrugged "I don't know. Probably. You didn't do anything wrong."
She walked over to me and looked at the objects in my hands "Who are you calling?"
"Someone who said she's supposed to help Lindsey," I answered. Does she understand or even know what's going on? I'm a bad big sister. I've had a little sister for nine years and I still don't know how she works. I really suck. Maybe that's why Lindsey hates me.
"Why are you sad?"
I sighed. Wait, what is it with me and sighing? I shook my head "I'm not sad. Don't worry about it."
"Who is supposed to help Lindsey," Maya asked, taking the card and looking at it.
"She works with the police. She's like the people on SVU."
"Law and Order," Maya questioned. I nodded. "I would call her," Maya said "I like Lindsey and if she was in trouble, I would want to be like a superhero and save her. Like Cat Woman."
I smiled. This chick...she's nine but I think this is a sign. I put my hand on the top of her head and messed up her hair "At times like this, I like you. Now get out of my room."
"Why?"
I took the card out of her hand then leaned in close to her face and kept smiling "Because I said so. It's my room anyway, so get out." She frowned at me then stomped out of my room and slamming the door behind her. I couldn't help but laugh. After that, I looked at the card in my left hand. I don't know how crazy things are for her. She'll probably hate me if I tried to get it out of her....screw it. It's now or never. I'm going for now. I dialed the number on the card. And held the phone to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hi is this Detective Baker," I asked, with a high pitched voice. I sound so fake right now....
"No. She's out right now, actually. Sorry."
I rolled my eyes "Alright thank you. Bye" I hung up feeling kind of pissed. So much for that. Way to be there, Baker. I dialed a different number on the card and held the phone to my ear while I let it ring.
"Hello?"
"Detective Baker?"
"This is she," she replied "May I ask who is speaking?"
I smiled to myself "Um, yeah actually. It's Lindsey Greene's friend, Kara Jones."