Elliot
The room we were put in when we finally arrived at the police station was nothing more than a small beige box. Beige cinder block walls, nondescript tiles on the floor and a table and chairs that had seen better days.
It was into these chairs that Riley sank into gratefully, her crutches clattering to the floor. The sound loud in the echoing silence of the room.
”I hope Marissa is ok?”
Turning to her, I studied her face. She looked genuinely concerned.
Marissa had been nothing but a b***h to Riley and yet she was still worried about her.
She had such a good heart. Riley was deep down, soul deep such a beautiful person. It was that beauty that shone out of her. She seemed to glow with it. And it just made her even more gorgeous.
“I am sure they would have said if ….” I
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