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."

father." He replies, playing with the top of his pen. The constant tapping of it against his note pad

raises his eyebrows and I stare at him coldly, feeling annoyed with him

your name?"

He takes a few minutes to reply, carefully thinking about his next move. He sighs, glancing at Jake's

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,

at around eight?" DC Jones asks, narrowing

said calmly. His eyebrow's shoot up, knowing I'd just lied to him. He doesn't have any proof which makes me feel a million times

my brains, thinking who I could use as a witness. My mind is blank but

watching TV when I got in from work and stayed in front of it for hours. Kids, eh?" She laughs falsely and my

towards her. She never glances back at me, instead keeping her eyes focused on the officer

need for now. Thank you both for your time," DC Jones says before standing up and heading for the door. I could have 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. She smiles briefly before getting up off her seat

the living room, her heels clicking against the floorboards. She sits opposite

your story Emily. I 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 police