Officer Lopez and his companion officer looked at me funny, wondering why I was so upsert. I mean I'd only said 'sort of dating' hadn't I? And here I was, having a fit. But Liam... why was Liam at the police station? Had he been in trouble again? He couldn't be... he was at my house all night... until he left before I woke up. Would Liam commit crimes? He wasn't that sort of guy anymore, sort of cleared himself up when we'd become friends.

"Annie..." Liam trailed off, a sad look on his face as the officer behind him pushed him into the room roughly. He was... handcuffed? What. The. Fuck. I tried to compose myself, regulate my breathing.

"Liam." I said again, looking at him quizzically.

"This is your boyfriend, correct?" The female officer snapped at me, suddenly turned nasty. Liam and his jailer stayed standing, though I kept trying to catch his eye Liam stayed staring at the floor, muscular shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Yes." I replied, not knowing really whether we were or not. It was kind of awkward to have that kind of are-we-aren't-we situation while being questioned by the cops with your possible boyfriend standing there in handcuffs. Just kind of...

"Mr Court, don't you have something to say?" His officer said, cajoling him.

"Annie, erm..."

"Well look at the girl! Or are you a coward?"

"Annie... I stole your car. Remember that night when I left early? I stole your car, I'd been drinking remember? Well... I hit someone. They died Annie. I'm so sorry." Liam kept repeating remember, so I'd be able to back up his story.

"Is this true Annie? Was he drunk? Did he leave early?" Probed Officer Lopez.

I hesitated, and Liam nodded almost invisibly at me.

"Y-yes." I choked on my own words, having to swallow the lump in my throat.

"That'll be all then. Mr Court you've been granted bail but you are ot allowed to go anywhere near Miss Wilson for her safety and to save her distress. Understand?"

"Yes sir." Liam replied. I was ushered out of the room, pressing close to Liam as I slipped out the door. My mom was waiting for me in the foyer, but I couldn't even talk to explain why I was crying.

"She's had a bit of a shock m'am, but Annie will be just fine." Officer Lopez flashed a bright, convincing smile that I would've taken comfort from if I was actually a victim. But I wasn't a victim. I was the perpatrator. It was all my fault.

Mom pretty much had to guide me back to the car, where I slumped in the front seat as she tried to chatter some conversation out of me. "Dixon took your car to the garage, it's an awful wreck but we'll get it fixed up with the Insurance money." On and on, all about her Pilates and Yoga and her juice diet and blah blah blah.

"Dad's really gone hasn't he?" I asked finally.

"Yes honey but it'll be fine, don't you worry, he's still got to pay child support and everything." And now she was blabbering on about Naomi and Silver and everyone and how she hadn't seen them round at ours for a while.

"Mom! Can you just SHUT UP!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face.

"Okay sweetie. It'll be fine, don't worry." Mom reached out to pat me on the shoulder, but I flinched away from her hand. She was just too nice, too overwhelming with her blah blah blah. Most of all, I just didn't deserve her.