Chapter 33

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Emma's POV

"Emma, I'm detective Ross." A slender man with a detective badge greets me.

I am still on the flower print couch with my abuela and brother.

"Hi." My voice is weak.

"these say few months must have been very rough, no one should have to go through this." But I did.

When Harry drove away, I feel like he took a part of myself with him.

"Yeah." My grandma rubs my back soothingly.

"I know this might be hard, but we need to know everything. We need to find Mona." I sit up more straight. I need to tell him everything, but leave out the Harry parts.

"Mona is alive." I spill everything.

"So how did you get here?" I start to shift in my chair.

"It's not something I like to remember." I look to my feet so he can't search my face for a lie. "I gained their trust. Niall and Zayn made me sleep with them, I told them no. With their trust they had their guard down. I got out." I decide to lie about rape

To get them in more trouble.

"You said you earned their trust, but nowhere in what you said shows earning trust. What does you saying no make you trust worthy?" My palms begin to get sweaty.

Niall deserves he'll fit the shit he put us through.

"After fifth time I stopped fighting." My grandma starts to sob loudly, and my brother following suit.

"So when you stopped fighting it you think they thought you enjoyed it, and that you wont run?" I nod my head. Fresh tears escape my eyes.

He finishes writing in his notepad. He stands up and says his goodbyes, and walks out The door.

Butterflies start to take flight inside my stomach, what if they catch Harry? The thought made my sobbing increase.

"It's ok baby, you're home now." My abuela soothes me.if only she knew, that's mainly why I am crying.

Mona's POV

Niall takes a hold of my hand and pulls me to his room.

"So you kiss Zayn, but you won't kiss me. You do know you are his second choice right?" I roll my eyes.

"It wasn't for my benefit. He needed it."

"I need it to." He shuts his bedroom door trapping us inside.

"You don't need it, but you do need therapy." I remark.

"And Zayn doesn't? And you don't?" He got me there. "We are all fucked up Mona. I fucked up with you and I'm sorry." He walks until he is centimeters away from me. He cups my cheeks with his rough hands.

"Do you really think I will forgive you?" He rests one of his hands on the small of my back, still cupping my cheek with the other. He pulls my body closer to him. His lips hover over mine.

"Mona, you lost your spunk. Don't tell me you're going soft on me. You're supposed to be pushing me away." His breath fans my face. My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"You want me to push away?" I smile.

"Well kinda." I wrapt as around his neck.

"Then i won't." Im tired of fighting, might as well try to get along with these wastes of life.

Emma ditching me only makes it 100x worse.

He pulls away sighing.

"This isn't the same." He paces around tugging out his hair. "it's not the same."

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