The next few hours of my life were the most excruciating. I was now in a police cell after I'd punched Eve. Kira had cuffed me immediately and I'd given her no other option but to send me to a cell for the afternoon.

It had since gone dark, and it looked like I was going to be here for the night. I yawned suddenly, even though it was only 7:30, and although I tried my hardest to fight it, sleep overcame me, and my eyes closed as I rested against the hard plastic bench.

x x

I woke blearily to a soft light filtering the cell. As I came to, I realised that I was handcuffed and that a blanket had been thrown over me. I then found myself being lowered onto a proper mattress and that a comforting kiss was placed on my forehead. The handcuffs were unfastened, and I was laid back against the pillows. My right cheek was touched softly, the duvet was laid over me and then I was fast asleep.

x x

When I reawoke, a suited and booted figure was sat, leaning against the small cell wall. They were sat on the bench; clearly they'd watched me sleep.

'Don't worry, sweetie. It's alright; I'm not going to hurt you.' My mind was racing as the figure stood up and walked towards the bed. Her heels click clacked as she came towards me and sat herself down on the bed. The light shone over her. It was Kira.

She wasn't smiling. She took hold of my right hand and squeezed it gently. I squeezed it back with a calm, gentle pressure.

'I thought your detainees weren't allowed this stuff.' I gestured with my eyes to the proper bed she'd managed to get hold of. She smiled gently at me, her right hand in my own.

'I didn't want you not sleeping properly; you looked like you needed it.' She paused.

'Anyway, I'm the only one on the night shift – what my boss won't know won't hurt him.' She said this with a lighter tone to her accent as her eyes swivelled over my body under the duvet.

'Scout, there's something worrying you, I can tell.' She was getting serious now, I could tell. But Kira wasn't a bloody counsellor. She was just a police officer, really? I sat up, leaning back against the pillow. We looked at each other. Longing. I knew that way she looked at me all too well – she still loved me.

'What about Eve – and my mum? Are they alright?' My question about something other than her threw her off the scent for a while. She looked down at the duvet for a long while before she answered.

'Eve fell unconscious when you hit her, Scout. Nikki rang her dad and he's taken her to the hospital. She wanted to come with you here but I said she couldn't. That I'd sort you out. Let you calm down.' A strand of her ginger hair fell over her face.

'You locked me in here; you literally just threw me in here and didn't speak to me.' I defended myself as she looked away. A thin smile formed at the corners of her mouth.

'I was treating you like any other person I have to lock in here every hour of every day. Don't argue with me.' Her tone was calm and firm. Bloody hell, she'd changed. She was acting more like Mum now. I sort of liked it, not that I'd admit it.

'Scout, what's wrong? Just tell me what's wrong, please.' She was pleading with me now. She leaned forward and took hold of both my hands, giving them a calm, gentle pressure.

'No. I can't.' I told her with a slight lump in my throat.

She ran her hand through my hair at that point. 'Please, Scout. You used to tell me everything.' I was reminded of the sweet scent of her favourite perfume as I caught a whiff of it. I groaned. She shouldn't do this, she's really making me want her.

'Would you mind getting us a drink first? I can't tell you if my throat's all sore.' She nodded, and then got off the bed and unlocked the door. Soft light filtered through into the room.

'I'll be back in a minute.' Her tone went all soft again as she left the cell. As she turned the keys and bolts in the locks, I leaned back into the bed, my mind racing. How long was she going to keep me here? I wanted to go home more than anything. I wanted Mum. I wanted a cuddle.

x x

She returned minutes later with a mug full of hot chocolate. It was creamy and frothy how I'd always liked it. She handed it to me.

'Drink. The lot.' She ordered, as she sat down next to me. She smiled as I took it. I sipped it, it smelled gorgeous.

I did so, but as I drank I realised there was a bitter taste to it. Once it was empty Kira took it from me and then she was holding my hand again.

'Scout?' My head felt horribly fuzzy as she tried to question me. What had she done?

'What?' My words were slurring as I began fighting consciousness. The colour from Kira's face drained as it dawned on her that I was about to pass out. It was then that she gave me a cuddle. It was then that her right hand was under my legs and her left hand around my waist and she pulled me against her, rocking me gently back and forth like a little child.

It was then, cradled against her chest, that I started to cry. I cried until I could cry no more, and then darkness overcame me.