Page 65 of Beg Me Angel

My mother pursed her lips, angrily shooting her eyes to the detective. “Detective Deacon, I'm not leaving my daughter.”

“I understand, I do, but some of these details might be too much for you to hear right now, you've already been through so much, don't put this on yourself too.”

Growling, my mother let her hands fall to her sides. “Are you alright with that, Honey? Because if you want me to stay I will.”

Smiling, I touched her hand and wiped my face. “It's fine, I'm okay.”

“Alright,” she said, letting her eyes drift back to the detective. “But only for a few more minutes, that's it.” Slashing a hand through the air, my mother lifted her shoulders, standing taller.

“Absolutely, Ma'am.”

The door closed behind my mom, her presence a mere whisper in the room. He was right though, if for some reason by the hand of God, I was able to remember all of it right then, I might not want her to hear the details.

Sitting back down on the hard chair, I braided my fingers together on top of the table. “I need you to tell me what you know. I can't remember anything, but I need to know what happened. What did Sara say?”

Crossing one of his legs over the other, he flipped through his notepad, landing on one page and tapping it with his pen. “I can't tell you much, the doctors instructed me not to put information into your head. They want your mind to remember on its own.”

“I know what the doctors want, but please, tell me something. Tell me how Sara and I ended up on that road, give me that at least.”

“Vera, I'm sorry, I can't do that. I can't give you details. How about this, how about you go home and get some rest and we'll talk more tomorrow. You've had a long day, let's end this here and pick it back up later.” Closing his notebook, he stood up and walked to the door, opening it up and holding an arm out for me to follow.

I didn't want to leave the station without knowing more. I was getting walled in every direction, each and every turn was a fucking standstill leading me nowhere. No one would tell me anything and it fucking sucked.

All I wanted was to know what happened, that was it.

So why was everyone trying so hard to keep the answers from me?

Didn't I deserve to know?

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