Tangled Love

I glance at Michelle and notice the worried expression in her eyes. If I run, it will make Jake and I look guilty as sin. For the sake of keeping us both out of prison, I plaster a fake smile onto my face and take a seat away from the police man. His eyes follow me as I sit down and I have to stop myself from shivering with chills. He takes out a notepad, clearing his throat.

"I'm going to ask you some questions Emily."

I crease my eyebrows in confusion which is all part of the act. I have to make myself appear innocent.

"About what? I've already spoken to someone about why I left home." I reply, my voice quiet. I watch his jaw tense as if he knows I'm playing dumb. There's a glint in his eyes is dangerous and I have to avert my gaze away from him, staring at the floor instead.

"I'm not here about that. There was an assault taken place today, a serious one."

I raise my eyebrows meeting his eyes again. "Oh yeah?" I ask. He nods, clearly annoyed at my reaction.

"I don't see what that's got to do with me."

was your step father." He replies, playing with the top of his pen. The constant tapping of it against his note pad is annoying me and I breathe in deeply, forcing myself to

about that," I reply bluntly. The police man raises his eyebrows and I stare at him coldly, feeling annoyed with him

your name?"

sudden confidence. He takes a few minutes to reply, carefully thinking about his next

fire in his eyes as he stares me

around eight?" DC Jones asks, narrowing his eyes at

just lied to him. He doesn't have any proof which makes

completely slipped from my mind. I rack my brains, thinking who I could use as a witness. My mind is

I got in from work and stayed in front of it for hours. Kids, eh?" She laughs falsely and my head shoots towards her. Did she just cover our backs?

She never glances back at me,

scoffed if it wasn't for Jake's Mum shooting me a glare. I shrink back in my seat, mouthing an apology in her direction.

After he's gone I breathe a huge sigh of relief, my shoulders slumping down. Michelle walks back into the living room, her heels clicking against the floorboards. She sits opposite me and I wait for her to speak first.

that he did or didn't do. Unfortunately he's a trouble maker and this happens quite frequently. Hopefully the