Tangled Love

CHAPTER 69

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." This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"It was your step father." He replies, playing with the top of his pen. The constant tapping of it against his note pad is annoying me and I breathe in deeply, forcing myself to calm down.

"Shame about that," I reply bluntly. The police man raises his eyebrows and I stare at him coldly, feeling annoyed with him now. A thought flashes through my head and I sit up straighter —

"What's your name?"

My eyes never leave his and I watch as his face flashes with surprise at my sudden confidence. He takes a few minutes to reply, carefully thinking about his next move. He sighs, glancing at Jake's Mum

knowing he couldn't lie to me whilst she's here. I raise my eyebrow at him, knowing exactly what game he's playing.

"DC Jones," he replies, shifting uncomfortably on the arm chair. I nod, taking a mental note of his last name. I see the glint 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, ignoring his constant glare.

"Where were you tonight at around eight?" DC Jones asks, narrowing his eyes at me. I respond instantly, never hesitating.

"Here with Jake," I 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 more confident.

"Can anyone confirm that?" He asks me, lips twitching in amusement. Crap. An alibi completely slipped from my mind. I rack my brains, thinking who I could use as a witness. My mind is blank but thank god, Michelle decides to reply.

"I can. They were both watching TV when I got in from work and stayed in front of it for hours. Kids, eh?" She laughs falsely and my head shoots towards her. Did she just cover our backs?

I internally breathe a sigh of relief feeling extremely grateful towards her. She never glances back at me, instead keeping her eyes focused on the officer in her living room.

"Okay. That's all I 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 to show DC Jones out.

After he's gone I breathe a huge sigh of relief, my shoulders slumping down. Michelle walks back into the living room, her heels clicking against the floorboards. She sits opposite me and I wait for her to

speak first.

"Stick to 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 should stop sniffing around soon."

"You're a good Mum to him," I say quietly being truthful. She smiles warmly, her eyes lighting up a little. "Thank you."

I smiled back at her, my body becoming weak from the day's events.

"Do you know where Jake is?" I ask quietly, Michelle shook her head before standing up.

"He disappears sometimes, he's old enough to know what he's doing. Don't worry about him Emily." Before she leaves the room, I call out to her one last time —

"Yes?"

"Thank you Michelle, for everything."

She nods, smiling before walking out. Her heels clicked faintly as she walked away, leaving me alone in the living room. I sink further into into the chair, feeling exhausted. My eyes are heavy and my head was throbbing horribly. I close my eyes and sigh, getting comfortable.