A/N So this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I love that people are reading my story, but so sort of suggestion would be great! I'm writing blindly, I only have a few chapters pre-written...and that need a whole lot of help so...suggestions are amazing!
Sorry for the long update time...I couldn't get to a computer...
After Amelia walked Michael to his school, she headed for the high school. Lincoln High was a small school, located in the middle of Manhattan. Her mother had gone to this school, that was one of he main reasons why she enrolled there.
As she walked up to the front steps, she could hear her mother's voice in her head saying,"You'll do great, honey. All you have to do is believe in yourself." She could feel herself start to cry. "No," she thought. "I will not cry on my first day of high school." And with that thought, she choked back her tears as she entered her first class.
Her homeroom teacher was okay, Mrs. Andrews, and to her surprise her best friend, Melody, was there.
Melody moved to Manhattan last year. She and Amelia were instantly best friends. They would talk about everything. Siblings, boys, and teachers.
But this morning, Amelia was shocked to she Melody in that room. When they talked over the summer, she said that she didn't know wither or not she was going to go to Lincoln High. Her mother wanted her to go to the school closer to their apartment.
2nd and 3nd period where very uneventful. Amelia had already trouble in her math class. So by 4th period she wanted to just go home and sleep.
But in the middle of 4th period, history class, the classroom phone rang.
"Hello." Mrs. Russell said. Then she nodded, said thank you and hung up.
"Amelia Renson." She said. "Please go to the office with your belongings."
Damn it, Amelia thought. Going to the office with your supplies in the middle of class on the first day of school is not a good thing.
But she went anyway. As she walked though the empty halls, she could feel her palms starting to sweat. And by the time she got to the main office, she thought that her books were just going to fall out of her hand, her palms were so sweaty. But thanks goodness they didn't, because she would have made a complete fool of herself. In front of NYPD officers.
When Amelia saw their uniforms, she knew this meant trouble. Officers had already thoroughly questioned her family about her mother, what more could they want?
The first thing they said to her was "Get your stuff. We have a few more questions for you."
Amelia looked at the principle who was standing next to the officers. She nodded saying, "You stepfather has been notified. You may go with them."
So she went to her locker and got her things. When she got back to the office, the taller officer said, "Follow me. We have to take you to the station."
And the only thing Amelia could say was, "But I'm not under arrest, right?"
The two officers laughed and the shorter one said, "You're right, you are not under arrest."
The officers drove to the NYPD office in Manhattan. The whole ride was in complete silence, until the taller officer told Amelia, "Your brother and father are already here. I just thought I would let you know."
"Thanks," was all she could mutter.
When they got there, they lead her up stairs to the third floor. When the elevator doors opened she was all most knock over by a crying Michael.
"Amelia! The men took daddy away! They no say where his is! Please find him, Amelia! Pleaaaassssseeeeee!"
"Okay, Michael, just calm down. I'll find him."
She turned to the officers behind her, and gave them a look and said "Explain. Now."
"Whoa there kid. We just put in the interrogation room."
"You put him in an interrogation room? An interrogation room is for criminals not his father!"
"We never said he was a criminal!"
"But that is certainly what you are implying!"
And while Amelia and the officers were arguing, the detective on the Renson murder, Detective Benson, walked up behind Amelia.
"What is going on here?"
"Boss, we just got Amelia here and well..."
"Oh, you are Amelia. I'm Olivia. And I see you have met my colleagues. Why don't we finish this conversation in the playroom?"
"Okay, as long as he can come with me." She pointed to the sniffling Michael still embracing her.
"Of course," said the detective. "Follow me."
The playroom wasn't very big and it had two chairs small red across from a little table with crayons and pieces of paper on it. Amelia sat in one of the chairs, and instead of sitting in the other one, Michael plopped himself in her lap and started drawing on one of the papers.
"I'm sorry for the officer's behavior. They aren't really the children type..."
"It's okay. I shouldn't have been so angry. But if you don't mind, I have a question. Why is his father in an interrogation room?"
"He isn't in any trouble, we just was going to ask him some questions. An the reason both of you came in is because we need to: A. Ask both of you questions and B. With your father in here, the law says you have to be either with Social Services or in here. And because Social Services pisses me off, and gives me tons of paper work, you're here."
"Oh. Okay. Now that makes sense. Can we start with the questions?"
"Sure. Now do you want Michael to be here? It questions may be, ummmm, sensitive for him."
"He can stay. He wouldn't know half of what we are saying anyway."
"Okay then. If you are sure. Do remember what your mother said that morning?" As the detective said this, she pulled out her notepad and pen.
As Olivia starting asking questions, her hearts went out to these poor children. She didn't want to bother these children any more, but she had to ask these questions. Tough questions. Not tough as in school tough, like questions that make you think. No, instead she was asking emotionally tough questions. The types of questions that you want to forget the answer forever. The ones were if you spend to much time thinking about, you might burst into tears. Those were the types of questions she was asking.
So naturally, at first Amelia answered the questions without having to think much. But as time passed, she had to think. She had to relive the moments that she wanted to forget. So after a while, she could feel the tears start to form in the corner of her eyes. And Olivia could sense, that with every question she asked, the tears would double. So after about 5 minutes of questions, she called quits. And when she did, Michael asked,
"Can we see daddy now? I miss daddy."
Liv replied with a moment of thought, "I guess so. I'll lead you to him."
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