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Guilt chapter 6

Zain opened his eyes, but all he could see were blurry white lights floating above him. He shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable on the hard surface he was lying on. He could hear voices, but he couldn't quite make them out. He forced himself to listen hard and he heard someone say his name

"Zain! Zain, can you hear me?" Another person asked,

"Is he okay?"

"Does he look okay?" the original person replied, "Call an ambulance." Someone leaned across him and Zain struggled to make out who it was. His eyes just wouldn't focus and although he knew he knew the voice very well, he couldn't seem to place it.

"Yes Serge" the second voice replied and he heard the cell door slam behind whoever had just left. The figure leant across him again and this time, Zain recognised him. It was Phil. Which meant he was still in the police station? He tried to speak, but he couldn't. He began to choke violently and Phil, who had begun to pace, looked down at him,

"Can you hear me Zain?" he asked again. Zain still couldn't speak so he merely nodded, wincing as pain shot through his body, even from that simple movement.

"What did you take Zain?" Phil asked him. Zain frowned; he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Zain, this is important" Phil went on, "You could die if you don't tell me"

"Nothing" Zain managed to croak, feeling exhausted from the effort it took to say that one word.

"What drugs Zain?" Phil asked again. Zain shook his head, unable to muster the energy it took to speak. Suddenly his eyelids became heavy again and he felt himself losing consciousness

Zain pulled up at the address he had gotten from the office for David's house. He stepped over the low wall and walked up the drive way, staring at the falling apart house that David lived in. The front door was non-existent. Instead, there was a piece of wood set in place over the hole where the door should be. Zain shook his head, wondering whatever had happened to David. He should have been successful and rich. How the hell had he sunk this low. He raised his hand and knocked the piece of wood covering the door. A woman with brown hair about the same age as him answered. Zain held up his warrant card silently. The woman glanced at it, read the name and asked

"Zain? Is that really you?"

"Yeah. Can I come in?"

"Of course." Marie moved out of the way so he could step inside and covered the door with the piece of wood again,

"What happened to your door?" he asked,

"One of David's enemies kicked it down a few weeks ago. I take it you know David and I are back together?" Zain nodded

"It's why I'm here actually."

"What's he done?" she sighed, walking into the kitchen to make Zain a cup of tea. As she opened the fridge and cupboard to get the milk and sugar, Zain saw both were empty.

"He was found with drugs on him"

"How much?"

"Enough to get him out away for a very long time" Zain said, "Unless he isn't guilty of course…"

"So you're saying he didn't do it?"

"I don't know if he did it. That's why I'm here. Does David take drugs?"

"Occasionally. He'd never deal them though. He knows what would happen if he did."

"What would happen?"

"I'd leave him."

"For good this time?" Zain said with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"Are you still angry about me dumping you?" she asked in disbelief

"I dumped you" Zain corrected

"No you didn't, you…"

"This isn't getting us anywhere" Zain interrupted, "All I need to know is can you find a way to prove that David didn't do it, or can't you?"

"Maybe. You do believe me about David, don't you? I know it doesn't seem like it, but he's smart. If he had have been dealing drugs, he wouldn't have gotten caught."

"You're probably right" Zain admitted, leaning back against the wall, "Does he have any enemies."

"Were you listening before? I just told you they kicked the door down"

"Who are they?"

"Just a couple of rival dealers." She said. Zain's head looked up instantly,

"I thought you said he…"

"Car dealers Zain"

"Oh. Go on then"

"That's actually all I know."

"Okay, names?" Zain asked, taking out his notebook

"Rick Michaels, his wife Becki Michaels, Matthew Shepherd and Alistair Stewart are the main ones" she told him

"Right, I'll look into it." he said, turning towards the door.

"Who would have thought that out of the 3 of us, you'd end up being the successful one" Marie called after him

"I'm only a DC." He pointed out

"Yeah, but look at us. We live in a dump. Maybe I made the wrong choice between you and David all those years ago"

"Don't say that" he said, freezing by the 'door'

"Why not? It's true."

"It's not" Zain said, turning around again, "He loves you"

"But you loved me too"

"I shouldn't have"

"That's what made it fun" Marie moved closer to him, standing inches away from him.

"You're happy with David" Zain said, knowing he shouldn't let himself get into this situation again

"No. I settled for David, but now you're back, and you're just as tall, dark and handsome as ever." She leaned in closer to him. He stayed still, torn between leaving the house and kissing his ex.

"I never loved David" she whispered in his ear, "I went back to him out of guilt." Suddenly, they were kissing for the first time in years. Neither knew who started the kiss, but Zain had the distinct feeling that it was him, then just like 10 years before, Marie lead him to the bedroom and Zain kicked the door shut behind him.

Zain awoke to a blaring siren sounding from all around him and he blinked once or twice, trying to clear his vision, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He tried to sit up

"Stay down sir" A man dressed as a paramedic said.

"What's..." Zain began to ask, before beginning to choke. He tried to roll over, not wanting to be sick on the stretcher he was lying on, but he heard the chink of metal on metal as the handcuff around his left wrist hit against the metal bar it was chained to.

"Sir, stay still" the paramedic commanded. Zain nodded weakly, before once again, losing consciousness.

A/N: So what do you all think? Good or crap? Tell me and be brutally honest. lol

and with regards to the plot, what do you think? David guilty or not? I suppose it doesn't really matter because i killed him in the first chapter lol but reviews are always appreciated.