Ana POV

When I got home, I couldn't find Ray.

He was always home when I got back from school, so my stomach turned as my mind ran over the possible explanations. I checked every room, my mind getting more and more panicked. I headed over to the Grey's house, wondering if Grace or Carrick knew where he was.

I entered the living room, calling out to see if anyone was there.

They were all there, along with two police officers. All five Greys, one smug Mrs Lincoln and a very worried and disappointed looking Ray. My hairs prickled on my arm, my heart sped up and my anxiety increased tenfold as everyone's eyes were on me.

"Ana, what have you done?" Ray's voice cracked, and he sounded so broken, I took a step towards him, wondering what he could've possibly meant.

"Dad?" My voice wavered, unsure. Was he sending me away? Was he going to put me in a foster home or an orphanage? Tears welled in my eyes, trailing down my cheek at the thought and my heart shattered.

"Miss Steele?" The police woman stepped towards me, placing a firm yet gentle hand on my shoulder. The police? Was I going away like a criminal? Like Stephen? Maybe I was just like him. Nothing but a worthless slut who should be locked away.

My anxiety was making it hard to think.

I was usually calm and collected, yet those walls that kept me going cam stumbling down that my only family and my only friends wanted me away. No doubt the witch came to enjoy the show.

She was smirking, and pulled out something from her purse. It was a key ring. Specifically mine. It was a wooden A, painted blue and it used to have beads all over it, but most fell off. It had been a gift to me from my mum when I was six.

I almost cried at the sight of it, in her claws.

"Miss Steele, you have been accused of breaking and entering Mrs Lincoln home last night, is this true?" The police woman asked, her tone firm, much like her grip. The policeman opposite me had a notepad out, scribbling things down, waiting for my answer.

"Yes." I answered. Mrs Grey gasped, Mia looked confused, Elliot was shaking his head but Mr Grey and Ray were looking at me disapprovingly and disappointed, however, I could clearly see the curiosity in their eyes. Why did I do it.

"I broke into Mrs Lincoln house to expose the child molesting bitch for harassing and sexually assaulting several young and underage boys." There were gasps, murmurs, protesting, but my head was pounding, I couldn't pin point who was doing or saying what as I closed my eyes shut.

"Miss, are you alright? Take a seat." The police woman, who's name tag said Max, guidied me to a single chair the other officer had pulled out for me. I vaguely registered Mia, Elliot and Christian being sent upstairs by their father.

"Ana, why accuse Elena of such vile things? What brought this on?" Mrs Grey asked, looking shocked.

"The little brats hated me from the start, no doubt jealous-"

"Don't speak to my daughter like that!" Ray intervened for my sake.

"Quiet!" The policeman shouted. The room fell silent. I looked around the room, making eye contact with Elena, satisfied with the slightly alarmed look on her features.

I pulled out my phone and the envelope, handing them to the police woman. She riffle through the envelope, without showing anyone else, and clenched her jaw, standing up straight from her kneeling position by me.

She spoke into her walkie talkie, most of which I didn't understand, however, everyone caught onto the fact that she called for a few more officers. Finally, she said the words I'd been dying to hear.

"Elena Lincoln, you are under arrest under suspicion of child molesting, sexual assault and rape. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do, can and will be held against you on the court of law..." The woman was cuffed and dragged outside by the two officers.

Mrs Grey was sobbing.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that her son was one of the countless victims.

More officers came, not wearing uniforms like the rest, but had badges attached at their hips on display. The adults were taken outside for more interrogation and two officers, a woman and a man again, came to speak with me.

"So you're the girl that's done our jobs for us? I'm Detective Daniels and that's Detective Lawson." The woman smiled, kneeling to my level on the chair. I hated it when adults did that, I wasn't some ignorant little kid.

"Why'd you do it?" The guy asked, standing a little behind the woman, further away from me. They were both watching me like a hawk, as expected from officers who had to deal with lying criminals everyday.

"Is Mrs Grey okay? Does she know?" I asked. Grace was such a soft hearted woman, every time I went over her reaction to my news in my head, she'd always break.

"Yes, they're currently being excoreted to the station where Elena will be questioned." The woman, Daniels answered, her voice patient. How many little kids did she have to deal with like me?

"You wanna come with us? We need to ask you a few question here and there, it'll be quick." I cooperated with them, following them to their car, which was a shiny black one.

The drive was quiet, except the two detectives making small talk. I had always wanted to see and interrogation room, having watched so many crime series my life, however, it was different than I expected it to be. For one, they put me in an interrogation room for little kids, designed like a nursery. It had colourful walls and posters with toys about the place.

There was the glass mirror on the wall however, where I knew people were watching me as another detective was making meaningless small talk to get me to open up to her. However, I would do that willingly without the childish crap.

"Can I go into a real interrogation room? The one with the bare walls and metal tables?" I asked, spinning the wheels of a toy car about. Maybe the toys were useful.

"Why?" The detective asked, looking at me curiously with her brown beady eyes.

"Because all the bright colours here are hurting my eyes and the toys and crayons, quite frankly, are just insulting. I've watched plenty of Law And Order to know the drill." She looked surprised by my mature tone which I personally blamed on my accent and glanced at the mirror on the wall.

The door opened, and I was soon escorted to the other room.

This time, Detective Lawson and Davids were there.

"So, it seems like you've been in this position before back in London." Davids started, staring at the lime green folder with my name on it. It was full of papers, given my very violent past. I winced.

"Yeah, but I'm not used to being the criminal." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Maybe cuffs would've completed the look. Stephen was right, I was going to end up rotting in a cell just like him.

"What makes you think you're a criminal?" The woman asked, her eyes staring at me deeply, as if reading my soul. My mother said I was such an open book sometimes.

"I don't know, I just feel like shit, destroying a perfectly happy family, disappointingmy dad, hurting Christian." I whispered the last part. I caught his face as I left the house with the two officers. He looked so hurt and betrayed.

"Anastasia, you saved that boy. God knows what that woman would've done to him hadn't you exposed her." She assured me, her tone gentle and I believed her for a second. However, this wasn't about me anyways.

"Did you find the recording on my phone?" I asked.

"Yeah. You do some pretty nifty detective work, could put me out of a job." I chuckled at Lawson's joke as he stood leaning on the wall.

"You know you could've come straight to the police as soon as you found out." She explained.

"Yeah, we could've got a warrant to search her and it would've been less risky for you." I could hear the slightly scolding tone in Lawson's voice. I sighed.

"Yeah, I know. But where's the fun in that?"

A.N Thank you all so much for reviewing my story, you don't know how much it means to me. Hope you enjoyed this chapter too.