Daniella

I slide down the leather seats towards the open door and step out of the van, standing next to Michael. What is going on here? Why is he under arrest? "What did he do exactly?" I ask, Michael has a right to know what he is being arrested for. I mean, isn't that like a law or something?

I move and stand in front of Michael as if to protect him from the officers. Yeah right. What is my little body going to do against all of these highly trained men?

"Assault with the intent of murder." He replies as another officer walks up behind Michael and hand cuffs his arms together.

"No stop. He has been with me all day!" I turn and try to stop him. He couldn't have committed the crimes he is accused of. He hasn't left my sight all day. I don't think he is even capable of murder anyways. "We have all been with him all day."

"The crimes did not occur today, ma'am." He places his hand in between me and Michael.

Crimes? Plural?

"Ma'am?" I scoff. I move out of his arm's way and touch Michael's face as he struggles against the officer. "Shh." I hold his cheeks softly in an attempt to calm him down. Him causing a huge scene will just attract people with cameras and the paparazzi. That is the last thing we need right now. I am here to help their image, not to make it look worse.

The officer doing all the speaking grabs on to my arm and pulls me hastily away from Michael. "We have to take him down to the station now." He informs me.

"Let me go!" I pull against his grip. I am not under arrest, so why does he feel the need to man-handle and control me, as if I have committed a crime? He has no right to lay his hands on me. Much less any right to do it as aggressively as he is

I watch as Michael's face turns red with rage as he sees the officer's hands on me. This is not going to be good.

"Don't touch her!" He shouts, digging his heels in to the ground to get away from the officers holding him hostage. The two officers holding him struggle to keep him from breaking away.

"With all due respect sir, just unhand her." Ashton and Luke walk over to the officer holding my arm. "It's just going to complicate things."

He releases my arm. Immediately, I dart toward Michael. I have to get him out of this mess.

"Daniella!" Michael shouts, still fighting the officers.

Calum intercepts me, throwing his arm around my waist as he holds me back. "Go inside, Daniella. We will handle this." He places his hands on my shoulders.

I shake my head. "No! Michael didn't do anything. He hasn't left my side since-" I drop my defensive position. "Michael, no." I whisper.

"Daniella please. Wait for us inside." Ashton hands me the keys.

"I-" I stand and watch as Michael is folded in to the back of the police car.

This is really happening.

Tears flood down my face. Ashton reaches for me as my legs threaten to let me down and fall beneath me.

He holds me tightly in his arms as I try to calm myself down. I must look like a mess right now.

This can't be happening.

This is not fair.

I can't believe this.

Why does this have to be happening now? Michael was doing so good. He would never murder someone. Except maybe just this once.