***If you've read this far then I'm sure it doesn't affect you but you are still warned that some scenes may be upsetting and this chapter and following may contain Michelle/Peter material. If you are not comfortable with this pairing then you should discontinue reading***
They got to the station a couple of minutes before three and Michelle's stomach was in knots. She wanted nothing more than to run back out and jump back into the taxi and go home. However, she forced herself to continue. Ryan was walking by her side; he kept shooting glances at her, making sure she still wanted to go through with it.
The officers suggested that in hope to make it less traumatic they use the staffroom. The staffroom was a nicely sized room with big soft friendly chairs with a coffee machine and a fridge.
"I'll wait right here" Ryan whispered, gesturing towards the chairs further alone the corridor. Michelle nodded numbly.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, knowing it was her last chance to back out, however, she nodded. They told her she could proceed in her own time and Ryan gently unravelled their knotted fingers.
"It'll be over soon, don't worry" He said to her. Michelle still couldn't speak, so once again she nodded. She took a deep breath and Ryan watched her disappear through the doors.
He sighed and walked a little along the corridor to the plastic chairs. He slumped down on one and waited. It was a long wait. He couldn't hear any noise and the time dragged. Every second could have been an hour. He jumped after about ten minutes or so, when he heard a very upset and angry cry from Michelle.
"TTHEY GRABBED ME AND HE RAPED ME! HOW MUCH MORE DETAIL DO YOU WANT ME TO GIVE!"
Then he could hear her crying and he couldn't stand it. He ran down the corridor and was about to burst right into the room however Michelle came tumbling out before he could grasp the handle. She stumbled and Ryan caught her, she fell into him sobbing.
"I can't do it...I thought I could but I can't...I just can't!"
"Ok, shh, don't cry. You don't have to go back in" He soothed, sitting her down on one of the chairs.
"No one's going to make you do anything you don't want to do" He promised, crouching down in front of her and gently wiping the tears from her face.
"I'm s-sorry" She stumbled.
"What for?"
"Needing you all the time, depending on you and making you help me"
Ryan got up and sat next to her. He placed his arm around her shoulders and gently leant her against him.
"Don't say that. Don't ever think that okay? I'm helping you because I want to help, because you're my mum and I love you and nothings ever going to change that." He hugged and comforted her until her sobbing had subsided.