The man from earlier comes in. The man is dressed nicely in a suit with silver hair and blue eyes that wouldn't be near as pretty as Nirvana's. "Brendon Boyd Urie. Born April 12, 1987. Nice little Mormon boy who some how ended up with Ms. Rose." I stare down at the table with my hands shaking violently from my anxiety acting up at the worst time ever. "Do you know why your here?" I shake my head and look up at the man once again. I wish he would leave us alone. I just want her back home where we can be safe, and be asleep in our bed. Not where this man is going to see me break down slowly to the point where I'd rather be dead than anything."Ms. Rose is either the best person you've ever met, or your worst nightmare." I look at him in confusion as he sits down in the silver chair across from me."Brendon she comes from a bad family. Her foster parents weren't the best people. She was taught to kill, but she never did. We think she murdered her actual parents because the foster parents were only there to train her to do so. She isn't necessarily in trouble but she will have to serve some time." My breathe hitched for a second. Nirvana killing some one is very unlikely."How much time? I mean, this girl could barley hurt a butterfly never mind a human."   the man shrugs. " Up to the judge. But, first we need to figure out if she did it first." I sigh loudly and lay my head down on the table. "Come on you can watch her." They drag me out, a little more gently, and place me on the other side of the glass.

About who knows how many minutes later they put her in the room. When they left her alone she was shaking badly. I want to help her. I really do, but they won't let me. For a second right when the door opens her eyes open wide." W-was Brendon in here?  It smells like his cologne on this chair."  I stare at her in awe. Even with messed up hair and a tear streamed face she still looks pretty." Ms.Rose your going off topic. Where were you last Tuesday?" He asks her.  She grabs onto the table and starts breathing quickly."B-brendons a-a-apartment." You can see her chest rising and lowering fast." Is there anyway to confirm this?" Really dude! She can barley breathe and you're asking her questions! "Brendon a-and s-s-security c-cameras." The man nods." Okay then. Let her see the boy!" He yells. She looks up as they take off the zip ties and handcuffs. They unlock the interrogation door and let me run in. I engulf her in a long needed hug. "Calm down Nirvana it'll be okay. Everything will be okay." She shoves her face in my chest and wraps her noodle arms around me. "T-they think I murdered my parents Bren." She cries. I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead as we swing back and forth in sync. I don't even care that the police officers are probably watching, it just shows how  innocent she is. 

Her white dress with little red roses that she is wearing has a a little tear at the bottom. I might have my mother fix that when we get out of here. "Bren when they woke me up my hair was in a braid, how did it get there?" She lifts her head off my chest to look up at me. I scratch the back of my neck. "So I might have gotten bored and braided your hair." She lets out a giggle and hugs me tighter. "I-I hope  I get to see you when we get out of here. I didn't do anything. " She frowns and stuffs her face back into my chest. " I-I love y-you Bren." I smile and kiss her head. " Love you too Nirvana." The door unlocks and the same grey haired man from earlier  walks in. "You may be released. She's innocent." She lets out a loud sigh of relief, as do I. "An officer will escort you home." We hug once again in this creepy interrogation room that I hope I'll never have to go back in.

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Have you ever missed holding a person so much it doesn't seem humanly possible. Well it's been two days since we were bomboarded by the S.W.A.T team and she's been sleeping in that little chair for the past two hours. I had to leave for an hour for the planning of the tour, and when I came back she was out like a light. I think this could be practice when I'm on stage and can't be around her. I would have picked her up and brought her to sit by me, but I was afraid she would wake up. Besides, I like watching her sleep. No, not in a creepy way like taking a picture while she is sleeping way, but more like admiring her while she isn't noticing. Plus, she needs the rest since the S.W.A.T team scared her so much that she's afraid it'll happen again when she falls asleep. In fact, they scared her so much that she keeps waking up around the same time every night.

Her small body jerks up a little bit with a gasp. Her hands grasping onto the side of the chair as I sprint to the chair."Nightmare?" I ask softly. She nods and shoves her face into my chest as she usually would. I've always wondered why she always did that. If I was shirtless she would place her head on my shoulder. It's like I was a type of stress reliever for her. I would always here a big breathe be let out and her arms tighten around me. I'd place a kiss on her head, and mess around with her hair till she would fall asleep again. But, it's in the middle of the day and I don't think it is necessary for her to fall asleep again. "Why won't it stop?" She mumbles. I pick her up out of the chair and sit down in it to let her curl up against me. "If I new how too I would." She presses her lips to my cheek softly. "Thank you for helping me."  She whispers. I smile and reply with, " You never have to thank me Nirvana. You being here is good enough." Her beautiful bright blue eyes glow when I said that to her. She sunk down beside me with her face bright red. she looks up at me with her smile that she is trying to hide, and murmurs a 'I love you.' I lean my forehead against hers and with the forever lingering kiss on my cheek. "I love you Nirvana Adele Rose." She giggles and tackles me in a hug.