Let the Flames Begin,
Chapter 4; Suspicions.
SONNY'S POV-
"Yes?" I asked, tucking my emotions away in that perfect mask.
"We'd like to talk to you… about the fire." A tall police officer said, walking into the room and pulling out his notebook.
"What did you want to know?" I asked, trying to keep my attention on him instead of on Chad who was walking around in the background.
"I'd like to know exactly what happened, from your point of view."
Sonny nodded, and started telling her story.
"…And when I came to, I was in the ambulance." She finished.
The police officer nodded.
"Thank you Miss Munroe. I promise we'll call you when we get some news about what happened. Make sure you get some rest." He said, standing up.
"Thank you officer." Sonny said.
The police officer nodded at her and Chad, and then walked out.
Silence.
"They think someone tried to hurt you."
"What?" I asked, bewildered.
"You had a bump on your head consistent with someone hitting you, and the room appeared to be doused in something that could've been flammable. They think someone tried to hurt you." Chad repeated, the last sentence said as if he was talking to a small child.
I tried to process the information as best I could. I remembered being hit on the head, but I couldn't think for the life of me why someone would try to kill me.
"Sonny?" Chad asked, stepping closer.
I realised my jaw was opened, and I quickly shut it and turned to face him.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine." I lied.
"Sonny, you're not that good of an actor. I know you're not fine."
"Jerk." I muttered.
"Oh, that hurt." He smirked, finally coming to a stop at my bed.
"It was supposed to." I said through gritted teeth.
"Stop." He said.
"What?"
"Why do we always do this? We're constantly fighting. I'm getting sick of it."
"then leave."
"I'm not leaving, Sonny. You're alone and hurt."
"I'm not asking you to. I'm telling you to."
"And I'm telling you that I'm not!" Chad said, sliding onto the bed next to me.
"You're stubborn, did you know that?"
Chad chuckled and slid his arms around my waist.
"I did know that." He said.
I leant my head into his chest.
"Maybe… maybe stubborn is sometimes a good thing." I whispered.
A/N: and that concludes Mitchie's updating-spree.
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