Understanding is only the beginning .. [Sequel to YTYU]

::Not Guilty::

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::Ellanae’s P.O.V::

::Half an hour later:

The police cars stopped in front of the station and I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my body. 

Everything happened in such a quick flash, that even after that entire ride I was still dumbfounded.

Jacob and I just got arrested.

And for something we didn’t do.

The only good thing I can take out of this moment is the fact that everyone FINALLY believes me about Breuanna and her inner demon ways.

Its almost bittersweet.

The car door opened and the police officer who handcuffed me back at my house was looking down at me.

“Come on.” He said.

I tried to step out the car with my head held high, but it isn’t the easiest thing when your hands are clasped behind you back.

I could tell the officer was getting mad because he eventually pulled me out the car.

“Kidnapper, but can’t even get out of a car successfully.”

“I’m not a kidnapper!”

“Tell it to the judge.” He said as he took a firm grip of my shoulder and began leading me inside.

I turned back to see the other police car Jacob was brought in.

The door was open and there were two officers hovering over the door, one with a bottle of water in his hand.

I’m pretty sure Jacob passed out.

He looked quite pale when the police showed up.

I was dragged down a long hallway, past numerous gates and officers all staring at me and shaking their heads.

I’d never felt so humiliated in my life.

What is Breuanna planning?!

She should be the one getting arrested and having her daughter placed in better care is she’s making her pretend to go along with Breuanna’s sick themes.

“Hey!”

I snapped back to see the officer staring at me.

“What?”

“Get inside.”

I walked into a pair of large grey doors where there sat another officer at his desk.

“Here she is Joshua.”

“Who’s this David?”

“One of the kidnappers from earlier.”

“How old are you?” Joshua asked.

“18.”

“Are you proud that you’ve began a life of crime so young?”