I was completely and utterly stunned by what just happened. They took Lui. They just took him. But he hadn't done anything wrong. It was me. IT WAS ME, AND I FUCKING TOLD THEM IT WAS ME!!!! I couldn't believe it; PD's finest bullshit right there. I was pulled from my thoughts by a loud sob. I sighed, I knew Lui had a really close relationship with Mom. "Mom, he'll be okay. It'll be alright, we both know he didn't do it." I say as I find myself suddenly trying to comfort my obviously extremely distraught mother, hoping it would calm her down. The last part wasn't a lie, I thought to myself as I wrapped my arms around my mother. A comforting hug, just like she used to do when I was 5 and would get scrapes. 

As I pulled away from the hug, my Dad walked in the door and my mother silently told me to got to my room. I knew Dad wasn't going to like why Mom was crying. "Honey? Are you all right? Where's Lui? Did something happen to him?" He questioned, letting his briefcase drop from his hand to make a loud clank as it hit the wood floor. He approached Mom and tried to soothe her, as any loving husband would, but to no avail, I noticed as I took the final step up the stairs. I just can't believe this is happening.
I sat with my back to the door, listening to the conversation between my distraught mother and confused/ angry/stunned father. On occasion, he'd scream' NOT LUI, HE'D NEVER DO THAT!' and 'WHY DIDNT JEFF STOP HIM?!'; I couldn't stop him if he wasn't doing anything, I'd think to myself, I couldn't even stop myself. I keep dosing off but quickly snap my head up as I feel my phone vibrate in my left pocket. (y/n) just texted me about the situation.
(y/n): Jeff, they took you didn't they?
Jeff: no
(y/n):0_0 what happened
Jeff: Lui lied and they took him
(y/n): your parents must be flipping out
Jeff: SO. AM. I.
(y/n): just calm down, call me and tell me everything
Jeff: okay

And that's exactly what I did. She listened quietly, her breathing was the only thing that reassured me she was still there. When I was finished, she faked being a therapist earning her a halfhearted smile and barely audible laugh, telling me I need a thousand hugs from her the next time I see her and a good night's sleep.  I hung up the phone and began dressing for bed.
Somehow, I could see how beautiful she'd be in her sleep. Free of the world's troubles, pains, and sorrows, completely content and beautiful. "Go to sleep," I muttered to myself as I crawled into my bed and fell into a somewhat pleasant, dreamless sleep.