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Oakley wasn’t letting go. The only thing that made her still look alive were the tears rolling down her face.
“It’s okay,” I told her. “I’ll get this cleared up.”
“You can’t do this.” Mum sobbed. “This isn’t right. They weren’t even in the UK here then.”
“Mr Benson can explain that at the station. I’m sorry but we need to go.”
“We were in Italy,” I told them as I was escorted outside, Oakley still holding onto my hand.
“You need to let go,” the cop told her.
She shook her head. “No, you’ve got this wrong. You can’t do this. Who the hell told you to?”
“Hey, baby, it’s okay. Look at me. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”
They’d have to take me in now and ask their questions, but I’d tell them the truth, and they’d have to let me go.
Oakley was freaking out and crying. Sarah held onto her as I pulled out of her grip.
“I love you,” I said. “I’ll be back soon.”
I was oddly calm for a man being taken to the fucking police station.
She shook her head in her Mum’s arms. “No, please. You can’t do this. Please. Please? Cole, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Leave him the hell alone,” Mr Gregory from across the road shouted. “They’ve been through enough. How dare you?”
Shit.The whole street was getting involved.
I got in the car, wanting this to be over already. The faster the took me in, the faster I could be home.
As the car door was slammed shut, I looked back at Oakley. One of the cops spoke to her, but I couldn’t hear what was being said.
“What’s he doing?” I asked as the other one got in the car.
“He has some quick questions for her.”
“I haven’t done anything wrong.”
He turned and looked over his shoulder. “Then, you don’t need to worry. I know who you are, and I know who she is. Clear it up at the station, yeah?”
Oakley looked at me as she spoke to him, her light eyes panicked and afraid.
Sarah caught her as her legs gave way as the other cop joined us.
It was just like the day she left, only this time I wasn’t the one broken on the side of the road.
Chapter 23
Oakley
My hands trembled as I stepped back into the house. The officer who’d arrested Cole asked about our first time, where we were, how old I’d been, how old he’d been, and when we’d had slept together in the UK.
This wasn’t a secret.
I didn’t care that my family and his were standing outside listening… along with half the neighbourhood. All I wanted was for them to let him go.
“Come inside,” Mum said. “Jenna and David are going to the station.”
