It Goes There // Josh Dun + Twenty One Pilots

twenty-five // i never thought i'd die alone

"He's in the backseat of my car and before you freak out, don't worry, he's not going to try to talk to you. He wants to stay in the car the entire time."

I sighed in frustration. "Aiden, I'm sorry, but I have to go. The police want to question me."

Before my best friend could even respond, I hung up the phone and threw it in Josh's glove box. "So Aiden's coming to the police station with his mom and a very miserable Garrett?" He asked.

I nodded. "Pretty much. Now let's get this over with."

•••

By the time the detectives decided to question me, my father had already been transported to the county jail and his bail was posted for a million dollars. However, I did find out that nobody was necessarily sure on whether my dad did it or not. The arrest was put in place because he was the prime suspect and they were afraid that he might leave the country or something completely idiotic.

"Miss Beaumont, you may sit down," the detective named Pete Wentz said, gesturing to the table in front of us. "We just want to ask you a few questions."

His partner named Patrick Stumph nodded. "And if you don't want to answer us, that's fine. We aren't here to make you uncomfortable."

I slowly made my way over to the other side of the table and pulled out the chair before sitting down. The metal was cold through my jeans. Patrick chose to sit down across from me while Pete continued standing.

"So Quentin Beaumont, the prime suspect, is your father?" Pete asked, keeping his hands behind his back.

"Why else would I be here if he wasn't?" I responded.

Patrick sighed. "It's just a basic question, Chicago." He marked something on the paper in front of him. "Is the boy with the blue hair out front your boyfriend?"

I raised my eyebrows. "He's just a friend. Why?"

"Don't get defensive, Chicago," Pete responded. "We are just trying to make conversation before we get into thee tough questions."

I crossed my arms over my chest, my bangs falling over my face. "I hope you know that I'm not answering any questions without a lawyer."

Pete smiled, resting his hands on the table. "Trust me, sweetheart, these questions are quite simple and a lawyer is not needed." He straightened back up and continued to pace around the room. "In order to question you, we were required to pull out your high school transcript, which my partner, Patrick, is currently looking through."

I narrowed my eyes at the blonde man in front of me. The thought of anybody going through my private records was enough to make me sick. They were invading my privacy for no reason at all.

"It seems that you are considered to be a genius. Straight A's her entire life, you're in National Honor society, BPA, Sunshine Society, Spanish club, and you were even in softball for awhile. Teachers describe you as trustworthy and responsible," Pete explained. "Well, until they noticed a drop in your performance after your boyfriend tried to commit suicide."

I pushed my chair back to stand up. "This subject has nothing to do with my dad."

Patrick reached out, trying to get me to calm down. "That is not what we are getting at. Your performance level started dropping after your boyfriend tried to kill himself, but maybe there was another reason? Any home issues? Maybe some with your dad or even mom?"

I leaned against the wall. "If that is your way of asking about whether I'm close to my parents or not, I'm not. They're always at work and besides, I'm the troublesome child."

Before either one of the detectives could say another word, I started towards the door to leave. "Chicago, just so you know, the police have a warrant to search your home, so if there's anything to explain, you better do it now," Pete advised.

I shook my head. "There's nothing to find. Good luck."

I pushed open the door and headed towards the lobby where I was surprised to find Josh, my mother, Aiden and his mom. Josh seemed uncomfortable along with Aiden, who was getting weird stares from some of the other people in the lobby because of his gender status. However, my mother seemed furious while Aiden's obviously didn't want to be here.

My mother breathed a sigh of relief as she saw me. "Thank goodness, Chicago. They had no right to question you without a guardian or lawyer present." She stood up, grabbing my shoulder and guiding me towards the exit. "Go wait outside while I go have a word with the person charge."

I rolled my eyes at my mom's normal behavior. She never asked "are you okay?" I'd love to hear that every once in awhile.

"Hey, mom, I'm going to go talk to Chicago outside," Aiden remarked, standing up and hurrying after me. I glanced at Josh, who kept his head down. The moment the door shut behind us, he ambushed me.

"Did you rat him out? What did they ask you? What did you think when you knew he got arrested?"

I ran my hands through my hair as I leaned against Aiden's car, trying not to think about the fact that Garrett was lying in the backseat. "Slow down. No, I did not rat him out, the police asked me pointless questions, and I thought "oh my god, they caught him."

Aiden repositioned his beanie before speaking. "You really need to step up and say something. If the police figure out that you are hiding something, things will get bad."

I sighed. "I know, I know." I turned my body, gesturing towards the car. "Is he asleep?"

Aiden nodded. "I think so."

I opened the left backseat door, where Garrett's head was lying. I leaned down to press a small kiss to his forehead. "I know you can't hear me, but I want you to know that I am sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt." My fingertips slowly trailed across his cheek.

Aiden watched as I stood up, softly closing the door once again. "You really need to figure out your feelings soon."

"I know, Aiden!" I snapped. "I'm trying!"

"Hey," he remarked. "I'm just trying to help. You certain seem like you need it right now. Your dad got arrested today and you are worrying about Garrett and Josh both. I'm afraid you are going to have a breakdown or something."

I hated when people became concerned with my mental health or my life in general. I was control and I knew what I was doing. It wasn't like I needed help.

Aiden raised his eyebrows. "Chicago, I'm serious. I don't think you are okay right now."

"Stop being dramatic!"

"I'm not being dramatic!"

"Don't be such a girl!"

Aiden's face lost all of its emotion and I instantly regretted the words that left my mouth. The boy turned around, heading back towards the entrance. "Aiden, wait! I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I am too. Sorry that I'm such a girl."

A/N: Yeah, hi, I'm Hayley Williams trash.

Also, you better get emotionally prepared for the ending. It's going to be big.

-L.A