Walking to work, the cool morning breeze kissing my cheeks.

My eyes feel heavy, throat sore, nose runny.

Tucking my face into my scarf. My feet quietly tapped the footpath, sending a small echo in amongst the fog.

I hate the morning shift, time goes so slow, but not as slow as the afternoon shift.

The breeze shifted heavy and the bushes by me rustled, my hair flew in in strands with the wind, dancing in a crazy-like motion.

I suddenly was stunned by the feeling of being watched, I had to check my surroundings, to see if I was being followed. There are distant noises and footsteps, the sound of leaves rustling and then twigs snapping... frightened, I couldn't bare stand here any longer, I mad a run for it. Running as fast as I could while to morning density held me down, I just kept running to the end of the street.

Out of breath, dizzy, unfocused. I held myself up, relying on holding on to my legs as I caught my breath.

I frantically looked around, to check that I was no long being followed, I still didn't see anyone, but it was as if I could feel them, like a shiver down my spine.

...

The screaming of the coffee machine heating the milk awakened me from my trance, it's the end of my shift 12pm I can finally go home.

Georgia isn't working today, it's always boring without her, she's the only one who talks to me at work. Work friends are important in a way.

Georgia took the day off to go to the hospital with her friend Hannah, Georgia suffers from chronic back pain most days. She said to me after her hospital visit, she's having a gathering of a few friends and I could pop by if I wanted to. I don't think I will, given that I don't know any of her friends, but it would be nice to meet new people.

I got my bag, shoved my apron inside and left towards the door, turning back to wave everyone good bye, but none body noticed me calling out 'see you later'

I kept my pace quick, in a hurry to get home to where it's safe. I didn't feel like I was being watched going home, but I felt paranoid, checking my surroundings every few meters.

I imagined the weight being lifted off my shoulders once I've entered pasted the white picket fence of my home, but out on the street in front of my house only caused me dread. Two police cars sat out front of my home.

Walking through the gate, I wasn't greeted by the feeling of weightlessness that longed for, in fact it grew much denser.

Upon entering my own home, my heart raced as I dreaded the voices I heard.

Officer Peter and his 2 rookies sat on the coach opposite my parents.

''We believe we have two suspects that we will shortly be taking in for questioning'' Officer Peter said.

''wh-who?'' my mother stuttered.

''Logan Robinson and Alec Davis'' Peter says.

My heart dropped. Logan...

How dare he accuse Logan!

''Logan Robinson?'' my mother asks

''why, he's Abigail's friend?'' my father puts in.

''why would he be a suspect?''

One of the rookies was about to speak before Peter butted in.

''we have our beliefs that he may knew something, he doesn't exactly have a clean history Mrs Jackson,''

''but he's a good boy we know him, why would he hurt Ellia?'' mother cries.

''who's this Alec Davis?'' father asks. Completely ignoring what my mother just said.

''he's been convicted of robbery and attempted man slaughter on two occasions, again Mrs and Mr Jackson, they are only suspects,''

Mothers shoulders drop. No one has even noticed me standing in the entrance of the lounge room, listening to the conversation, until my father looks up at me and rises from his seat.

''Abby?'' my father says. Everyone else looks up at me. Even Office Peter with a disgusting perverted grin.

That's when I made a run for it. Out the door, down the street.

Blocks away, all the way to Logan's place. But I was too late.

Outside of his house were police cars. Lights flashing. I stood in the distance, trying to catch my breath.

''get off me!'' Logan yelled, struggling in his restraints as he was being pulled out of his own home by two police officers.

''Logan!'' I call out, but he couldn't hear me, as he was cussing and resisting against getting into the cop car.

''let me go, I didn't do anything!'' he yells and spits.

One cop got aggressive and punched Logan in the gut, both cops then shove Logan into the backseat.

Another cop car rocked up, out gets Officer peter, with the nastiest, narcissistic smile played on his face. It made my blood boil, he's pinning Logan.

He's not getting away with his.     

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i know this chapter is short and it took a while to post but iv'e just been so busy and unmotivated lately and this chapter has just kinda had me a bit meh.

i promise the next wont be as bad