Misguided Truths: Part One by Sarah Elizabeth Page B

me into a confession?” I glare over at her. “Because if it is, then it’s not g onna work. I didn’t do what you’re accusing me of. I didn’t do anything. I loved … I love my girlfriend.”
    She smiles a sad smile at me , and nods before averting her eyes away and back to her notebook, “I can see that. I was just wondering why you used your one and only phone call to contact your friend. Usually, especially people around the same age, call their parents, or a lawyer. The evidence they have against you is—”
    “There is no evidence because I didn’t do anything!” How many more times are we gonna go through this before they realize their mistake? I breathe out a sigh and walk back over to the table. While picking the chair back up, my eyes land on the clock that’s hanging on the wall behind where I was sitting.
    I glare at the second hand and watch as it hits the number twelve.
    It’s eleven o’clock.
    I slump down i nto my seat and rest my elbows on my knees, my head hanging low. Staring at the floor, it finally hits me. “I’m not gonna get to say goodbye to her.” My voice cracks when I speak.
    “Would you like some water?” I ignore her attempts of playing the good cop. “Brandon. Why didn’t you call your parents?”
    “Because they don’t give a damn about me, th at’s why. Besides, I needed my friend to stop by and grab something for me. That was more important than letting my parents know about all of this. It’s not like they’re gonna care whether I go back home or not, anyways.”
    Silence fills the room and I begin to wonder wheth er she’s still in here, but when I look up, I see her watching me and throwing a small, sympathetic smile my way, “I’m sure they do care, Brandon. I’d certainly want to know if my daughter was arrested.”
    “You’ve got a daughter ?” I lift my head and see her leaning forward in her seat.
    “ She’s only a couple of years younger than you,” she smiles and I lean back in my seat. It’s refreshing to hear one of the cops actually sounding like a human being. One that has feelings. Maybe I was a little hard on her earlier.
    “I ’m guessing you’d be pretty pissed if she did call, what with you being a cop and all.”
    She laug hs and drops her pen down on the notebook, “She’d be grounded for life. Though, I don’t think I’ve got anything to worry about in that respect.”
    I glance over to the door when the ass-hat cop walks back inside, with a taller guy following closely behind him this time. Slamming his file down on the desk, I see him staring right at me again. “Detective Harper, we’ve just received the results back from the lab,” his voice is stern, and though he wasn’t talking to me directly, his eyes are narrowing in my direction. Good. Well at least now they’ll know that I had nothing to do with any of this. “Brandon James Taylor, you are being charged with being in the possession of illegal narcotics and for involuntary manslaughter.”
    My eyes dart over to the female cop and I see she’s closed her eyes and has started to shake her head, “What?” I immediately stand when the tall guy grabs my arm, pulling me up from my seat to stand before turning me around. “How is this—?”
    “The heroin found in your bedroom has been confirmed to have been from the same batch that took the life of Holly Louise Grainger. You supplied the deceased with a lethal dose of heroine, for which led to her untimely death …”
    No. No, this can’t be happening. I’m watching the cop and can see his mouth moving, but that’s all it’s doing. I don’t hear a sound other than the buzzing noise ringing in my ears. My head’s beginning to spin, my mouth goes dry, and I start sweating, my vision becoming blurred.
    I feel someone grabbing my other arm, and the next thing I know, I’m being led out of the room and down a corridor, with my hands behind my back and someone pushing me forward from behind.
    I think I need