Josh 

My parents had called me 37 times in the past two weeks. I hadn't answered them once, hoping that when everything blew over- which for a time I thought it would- we would be able to sit down and laugh about it all. 

Instead I've been lying in this cell for 5 days. Nothing but my thoughts for company. My thoughts aren't great at communicating either. 

At least I've had the chance to process everything that's happened. in the commotion of it all, I guess I hadn't been able to take a step back. even with this period of reflection, I was still as confused as I had been 5 days ago. 

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NEXT DAY 

Zander

"Can you just save us all the trouble and actually say something?"

On either side of me, two women in pencil skirts and blouses leant over their notepads, scribbling down every useless piece of crap that came out of the detective's mouth.

"Your moustache is crooked." 

The woman on the right sniggered and tucked a piece of hair behind her head, all the while batting her eyelashes at me. 

After a glare that silenced her, the detective continued, 

"As I was saying, if you would just comply, this whole situation would be a lot easier."

Silence filled the room. The only noise was from where the woman on the left had dropped her pen and promptly picked it up. 

"Okay. How 'bout we talk about something else instead? I bet you'd love to talk about your friends outside. The girl is next, you know. See, if she doesn't tell me anything either we will be forced to keep her. We'll keep her for as long as we need to."

Staying hard was difficult when the man started grinning as he spoke about Al. 

"I just can't wait! Just me, her and these lovely two women." 

I was fully prepared to knock his teeth so far down his throat that he'd stop breathing. 

"Ahh. I love my job. It's so easy to get to people! take him out."

A few seconds later I was being forcefully pulled from the metal chair and into the waiting area of the police department. I didn't know why I was struggling. It's not like I could run anywhere but into the arms of more police officers. 

 My body froze when I saw Allison. She was sitting on one of the cushioned chairs, her parents and their disgusted faces glaring down at her. Her head was in her hands and they were shouting something at her. When her name was called by crooked moustache, she gazed up and saw me. A flash of anger glazed over her but was quickly replaced by a sad smile. 

"Zander!"

Running past her parents and the other officers she made her way into my arms. I yanked my arms away from each of the officers and engulphed her into a hug. She buried her head in my chest and wouldn't look up, even when her mother started to raze her voice. Even when the cops started yanking at me, pulling my arms away she held on so tight. I fought to keep a hold of her but before we knew it we were separated.

Three officers tried to control her as Allison punched and scratched at them, trying to get free of their grasps. I watched as she was dragged into the room, her mother and father in a state of shock. She was calling out to me. 

"Zander! Zander please don't let them take m-"