Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 37: Questioning

Stacey walks in looking at us.

"What the hell is going on?!" She asks.

"That's Michael for you. Always getting his ass in to trouble." Cindy raises her eyebrow.

Michael stands up and glares at Cindy, as the police walk in and come to Michaels side.

"You better stop running your mouth."

"Or what Michael? You wait until I tell Kim about this."

"Go ahead and tell her more shit about me. What she gonna do?" The policeman takes Michaels arm. "She's already prevented me from seeing my daughter. There's not much else she can use against me."

"No, but your just continue letting them down."

"Fuck you."

"Ugh fucking take his ass back to prison." Cindy scoffs.

"Thats enough. Come on." The policeman says taking Michael out.

They let me change before taking me out too.

"Why are you taking her too? She's done nothing wrong." Stacey says stopping the policeman.

"There's been an incident in your club, and she works for you, correct?"

"Yeah." Stacey folds her arms.

"So we need to question all of them I'm afraid."

"Its ok Stacey." I touch her arm. "I won't be long I'm sure."

She sighs.

"Well you're wasting your time."

They give her a look and take me outside in to a police car. I'm taken to the police station and they take me in for questioning. I'm in there for a little while as they ask me a load of questions. I tell them everything that happened, and that the group of men were to blame for the whole thing. Hopefully they listen to me and let Michael go.

An hour later they release me from questioning. I sit outside and sigh.

"What about Michael?" I ask one of the policemen.

"They are still questioning him, and have to decide whether to keep him in for the rest of the night."

"Keep him? Why? He hasn't done anything."

"They all seem to be under the influence of alcohol Mrs Daniels. We need to see if he's fit to let go, and if he is he will get a warning."

I roll my eyes and sit back. They walk off. Half an hour later I hear a door open. A policeman comes walking out with Michael. They take him over to the reception desk, and start talking to him. After that he comes walking over to me.

"They're letting me go."

"Really?"

"Yeah. They're keeping the other fuckers though."

"That's good."

"Yeah." Michael sighs. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine." I nod. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm great."

"Yeah.. sorry."

"I'm joking." Michael let's out a soft laugh. "I'm ok. The nose bleed has stopped, which is something."

I show half a smile and we both leave the police station. Michael takes out a cigarette and lights it. It's pretty cold tonight. I hold my arms and shiver.

"My fucking car is at the club." I sigh.

Michael blows out the smoke and looks at me.

"The club isn't far from here. I'll walk you?"