A Billie Eilish Fanfic- Juvie

Interrogation.

Cleo's POV.

I knew I had fucked up this time.

I felt it as my head was pushed down on the cement sidewalk and I was treated like an animal by people that are supposed to be protecting me.

But to be fair, maybe I deserved it? As I kicked and screamed and resisted arrest until they tased me. I had been through some shit before but damn...that hurt.

I watched Bianca sprint away. That bitch could have been a track star. I hoped she didn't get caught. She was my family. All that I had left anyway. She knew I would have wanted her to run.

I broke from my thoughts.

"You gonna answer me? Or you just gonna sit there?" An overweight cop that smelled like cigarettes demanded. These interrogation rooms could drive someone mad. They put you in here and they don't let you out until you're even more fucked than before.

"What was the question?"

He rolled his eyes and flicked his tongue. I hate a cocky man.

"What the fuck" he got closer to me as he cursed, "is your real name? Because I know it's not Sarah Miller. You're full of shit. More importantly what are your parents names? Because I don't know if you've noticed..." he waved his arms around dramatically, earning a very exaggerated eye roll from me, "but you're a bit in over your head."

"I'm Cleo Thomas."

He sat down across from me and started writing,

"There we go Princess."

My teeth gritted against each other.

"Now how bouts you tell me what the fuck you were doing with half of the Bank of America in your Oldsmobile tonight?"

I bit my bottom lip.

He leaned in closer and I shuddered at the thought of any woman EVER being this close to him willingly,

"Lemme guess doll, it was an accident? Right?"

I cleared my throat and sat up straight,

"I'm not saying shit without a lawyer."