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."

his pen. The constant tapping of it against his note pad is annoying me and I breathe in

police man raises his eyebrows and I stare at him coldly, feeling annoyed with him now. A thought flashes through my head and I sit up

"What's your name?"

about his next move. He sighs, glancing at Jake's Mum knowing he couldn't lie to me whilst she's here.

Jones," he replies, shifting uncomfortably on the arm chair. I nod, taking a mental note of his last name. I see the glint of fire in his eyes as he stares me down, hating that I've pulled one over on him. I smile sickly sweet at him, ignoring his constant glare.

DC Jones asks, narrowing his eyes at me. I respond instantly, never

lied to him. He doesn't have any proof

He asks me, lips twitching in amusement. Crap. An alibi completely slipped from my mind. I rack my

front of it for hours. Kids, eh?" She laughs falsely

a sigh of relief feeling extremely grateful towards her. She never glances back at me, instead keeping her eyes

wasn't for Jake's Mum shooting me a glare. I shrink back in my seat, mouthing an apology in her direction. She smiles briefly before getting up off her seat to show DC Jones

the living room, her heels clicking against the floorboards. She sits opposite me and I wait for her to speak first.

love my son and will never let him go down for something that he did or didn't do. Unfortunately he's a trouble maker and this happens quite frequently. Hopefully the