Oliver and I sat on the couch across from a police woman. "So Miley, where is your dad?" she asked.
"He is away on business, so Linda was staying with us," I replied. She wrote something down on a notepad and looked back up at me and Oliver.
"Now who is us?" she asked, emphasizing the last word.
"Me and my brother, Jackson. But he is still at the house. She locked him in his room when she stopped me in the hallway," I told her. She stood up and walked over to the door. She whispered something in another officer's ear and came back over to us.
"How old are you Miley?" she continued.
"I just turned 14," I said. I remembered the kitty cat shirt, yuck!
"Ok, that is all I need for now," she said, getting up and walking out the door. I looked outside and saw neighbors and random people on the street looking very confused. But hey, I mean I would be confused too if a whole bunch of emergency vehicles were sitting in the middle of my street.
Oliver took me out of my daze. "Miley, are you ok?"
"Oh yeah, I was just thinking." I saw a cop car drive up to my house and they let someone out of the back. "JACKSON!" I screamed as I ran for the door. I ran toward him and jumped into his arms.
"Miley, are you ok?" he half whispered half cried.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks to Oliver," I said as Oliver came up behind us. Jackson gave him a 'Manly hug' (whatever that is) and we all went inside. The officer went over to Jackson.
"Jackson, did you see anything, or where you in your room the whole time?" she asked.
"I was in my room the whole time," Jackson said. The officer walked away and I saw a jeep pull up. I wasn't quite sure who it was until they got out. "DADDY!" I screamed. Jeeze I've been doing alot of screaming today. I ran out the door and over to my dad. H picked me up like I was two and held me.
"I love you," he whispered into my ear.
"I love you too daddy," I cried. He carried me inside and sat me down. He went over to Jackson and gave him a hug, unlike the usual high five and a, "hey Jackson."
At the end of the day, they sent us home, concluding there was nobody left in the house. They still hadn't found Linda, but they were pretty sure she was a long ways away by now. My dad took Jackson and I home and we all sat down in the living room.
"I'm sorry guys," my dad said.
"Sorry about what?" Jackson asked. I couldn't see through my tears and my throat felt clogged.
"About Linda. If I would have known how she 'was,' I wouldn't have married her. And I put you guys in danger."
"It's ok daddy, you never could've know she was going to do that. Don't blame yourself cause your not to blame. If we want to blame anyone it should be Linda!" I said. My dad pulled me into a hug and took my upstairs to my room. It was well past 9:00, considering they kept us at Oliver's house forever. He kissed me goodnight and I closed my eyes.
(Later that night) My eyes shot open to a creaking sound. I looked up to see a black figure by the window. I stood still, hoping they wouldn't notice me. I prayed it was my imagination, or I was having a bad dream. But I wasn't. It came closer until it was hovering over me. "Hello."
OoOoh! Scary! Hmm, I wonder who that is... (If you don't know you are kinda stupid. No offence. Random person in the distance, "Non taken!") Pease review and sorry if it sucked, I have never had experiences with police. This is also my first story that is not romance so I am used to that kind of stuff...