Justin's POV
I walked beside Joann and the unknown lady, my hands cuffed together as I flipped my hair without my hands.
We eventually made it to some sort of interrogation room, I guess.
I've seen these type of rooms in movies.
"Please, take a seat," She motioned to the chair on the other side of the table.
Joann locked the door as she guarded it on the outside, leaving us alone.
She sat down, a small smile on her pale pink lips.
I glanced around the dull grey room, that only consisted of a grey table and two black steel chairs.
"Let's get started," she said, as I put my gaze onto her.
"Uhm," she hummed, flipping through a bunch of folders and papers.
Her eyes widened as she found what she was looking for, placing it in the middle of the table.
It was a small black device.
"May I?" She motioned towards the device.
"Yeah," I mumbled, nodding my head slightly as she pressed the record button.
"Alright, please confirm that you're Justin Drew Bieber."
"Yes, I am." I slouched in my chair, getting comfortable.
"And are you aware of why you're here?" She began scribbling on a notepad, giving me eye contact every now and then.
"No."
"Are you sure?" She pulled her thin eyebrows together.
"Yes."
"What did the officer tell you when he arrested you?" She gazed at me, as I avoided her gaze.
She probably deals with troublesome teenagers or young adults all the time.
"He told me something about physical assault?" I stated, as it turned into a question.
"Right. And to whom?"
"Brad."
"Please be more specific." She focused on her notepad, her pen hovering over it.
"Bradley Cruise." I rolled my eyes at his pathetic name.
She began to scribble again, before looking back up as I asked a question.
"What's your name?"
She pressed a button on the recorder, not wanting to capture our personal conversation.
"Hailey, Hailey Parks." She smiled genuinely, as her aligned teeth were revealed.
"Cool." I simply said, not really interested in her name.
"Alright," she pressed the button to record as she continued, "Please tell me the events that occurred an hour before you were arrested."
"Well, uh, I sorta helped one of my exes."
"What do you mean?" She pulled her eyebrows together, placing the notepad and pen down.
Rachel immediately came to mind, since she would always ask that question.
"Bradley Cruise attempted to rape her." Her eyes widened, as I continued,
"He drugged her somehow, probably spiked her drink. Then he took her to a bedroom, and if I wasn't curious, she would've been raped." I shrugged, not wanting to get into detail.
