Chapter 3

I sat in a tiny room. A small table, one chair on one side and two on the other. The walls were a dirty-grey, distressed. A small lamp was hanging from the ceiling and was about 1 foot above the middle of the table. On the wall with the door, there was a window. I'm pretty sure it was those windows that you can see through the outside but not from the inside. My reflection bounced off the window. There was a small speaker in the corner, right under the window.

Finally, one guy came in. He was tall and slim. Wearing a suit and tie. He wasn't fancy looking, but he wasn't crappy either. He stood behind the two chairs Infront of me. He moved one the side, and moved the other one to the middle. He sat down and gently placed a small black suitcase on the table. Unhooked the latches, and took out a notebook, and a black box, maybe a recorder. He looked at me and smiled.

The interrogation went like this:

  "Please state your name."

"Emily Clark Rosewood."

"Ok Emily, we need details. What happened, what time was it, who were you with. Explain everything."

"Ok. What had happened was..."

And I told them everything. My dog, the time, everything. It didn't take too long, and he didn't ask any specific details.

  My mom was with me the whole day. And I didn't see Scott till the next day...

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A dizziness hit me and I almost felt blindsided once I had made complete eye contact with the sun shooting through my light grey window drapes. I groaned, wishing my peaceful silence asleep would never end. Hopefully that didn't sound too much like suicide, but just to think about it, it would be nice to sleep forever and never wake up. No one would disturb you, bother you, startle you, or even scare you. As scary as it sounds, being an introvert is very hard yet easy. That's why sleep is my dream. I put aside my calming thoughts and swing off my bed covers, hopping off my bed. I rub my eyes and scratch head, slowly heading to the window to open and make full contact with the sun and all its glory.

I tie my hair into a messy bun and continue on with my routine. Brush teeth, wash face, put contacts on, dress appropriately, etc. I make my way downstairs and head towards the kitchen, where I meet a pleasant surprise. A note sits on the white granite countertop on the kitchen island.

Emily,
they called me to work this morning, so I'll see you later,
Love, mom

I smile at all the hearts she scribbled all over the page. My mom is always giving me these notes and trying to low key not to make me mad. I walked over to the coffee machine and poured some pre made hot coffee into my mug. I like to personalize my own stuff, and my mug is basically me. It's a plain black mug, but when you pour something hot into it, the mug turns white, and black letters appear, saying "Hot n' Ready". Please don't ask why, I made it myself and I don't even know why I put that on there.

  I look in the refrigerator and find nothing to eat, and I really don't want to make me some cereal or eggs, so I just sit myself on a stool on the kitchen island, looking through my Instagram.

  Caught by surprise, the doorbell rings. Who would come to my house at 10 am? Maybe Claire? My mom is working... A robber? Thief?  Rapist? Oh geez, why do I even question-

  And the doorbell rings again. I put my mug down and slowly walk to the door. I look through the side window and see Scott, standing with another guy, holding a flower bouquet and a box of doughnuts. I shrug and open the door. They both focus on me, not saying a word.

"Um, Hey guys." I say casually, halfway hiding behind the door.

"Hey! Sorry we came by surprise." Scott said, giving a sweet smile.

"Oh it's cool, come in!" I open the door all the way, and they come in. "Make yourself at home." My mom always taught me to have manners, even to people you don't know. They followed me to the kitchen island, and sat down.

  "These are for you. We felt really bad to what had happened, so we thought these might help." Scott gave me the bouquet of flowers and the box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

  "Thanks, but there really was no need." I smiled, setting down the doughnuts and flowers. I opened the box, and a dozen of different doughnuts were beautifully sat.

  "I can't eat these all by myself." I stared down at the doughnuts, "help me out?" I turned the box around, and both of their green eyes were glued to the doughnuts.

  "No, we couldn't." The other said.

  "Are you sure? Because the way you look at the doughnuts show that you really want some." I giggle. "I wouldn't mind sharing them."

  "If you insist!" Scott shares an ear to ear grin and grabs a doughnut. His friend does the same, them both happily eating their doughnut.

  I grabbed a doughnut and took a bite. The plain sugary dough combined with the strawberry jam sent warmth to my stomach, loosening my tense shoulders.

  "So I never got your name," I broke the silence, staring at Scott's friend.

  "I'm jack, sorry about not presenting myself properly earlier."

"Nice to meet you, and it's fine," I smiled shyly while grabbing another doughnut. Then, it hits me. "How do you know where I live?"

Scott almost chokes on his doughnut. "Your mom sent me the address. I thought you knew we were coming." He stared blankly at me, and I returned the stare.

"She... She did?"

Scott nodded, grabbing another doughnut. "I mean if there's a problem we can leave." Scott said pointing at the door.

"No! No, it's fine. It's just weird." I got up from my seat, putting my empty mug in the sink. "Do you guys want something to drink? Water, orange juice, water."

"Water would be great. Do you have a bottle?" Jack asked.

"Yeah I do."

"I'll get one too please." Scott said. I nodded and took out two icy water bottles from the refrigerator. I set them both on the counter and they both reached for it. I headed back to the counter and grabbed the bouquet of flowers, taking in their beautiful colors. Hues of pink, purple, and splashes of green and yellow. I took them out of the wrapper and put them in a vase, filled with water and ice.

"Thanks for the flowers, they look beautiful." I said, setting the vase on the kitchen island.

"No problem. Jack picked them out." Scott nudged Jack playfully, teasing each other.

"Great choice!" I said, giggling.

The day went on and on and the conversations got interesting, yet normal. Jack being from Colorado, he doesn't usually cooperate with this heat. And Scott, from New York, he's used to it, he guesses.

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A.N
So, I am very sorry for the late update... Truly sorry. Things are just piling up and I'm getting busy, but that won't stop me from writing this book.

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