Detained and empty

**Chrissy** 

Somehow, Dayle struggled with Garry. This time, Dayle kicked him between his legs as Garry jolted and forcefully stabbed the floor. The shrill swift sound was almost deafening my ears. 
Dayle rose, dragging the man by the collar while I remained planted on my spot—fear basking my entirety. I did not know what to do.
The thought of calling the police crossed my mind for the third time. As soon as I attempted to grab my cell phone which was smashed on the floor, Dayle continuously punched Garry in the face—blood patches ruined each side of his face. 

The fury in Dayle’s face was palpable. 
“Please, Dayle, stop! You're going to kill him,” I let out, my voice broken and flat. 

Garry was losing his life while Dayle beat him, making sure that he unleashed his fury on Garry. 

At first, it was the revenge that I needed all along until Garry started gasping for air•hi slice flashing before him. 

Dayle groaned one last time before kicking the man to the floor. 
Dayle was breathing heavily, his fist clothed in blood while my limbs faltered. The need to call the cops ceased while we watched half-dead Garry who lay helplessly on the floor. 

Dayle’s gaze met mine as I rushed to hug him, confused and thankful at the same time. 
“I didn't mean to kill him,” Dayle’s voice dropped, as if a rift of reality hit him. 

“You were defending yourself,” I forcefully let out, holding his face.

“I just-I just wanted to avenge you and- and I m-may have killed him,” Dayle said to me, his voice barely loud enough to hear him. He took off his gaze, trying to escape my embrace. 

“Look at me,” I turned his face back to meet mine. “Look at me, I said! You did not kill Garry, you defended yourself from a killer—a dangerous man,” I assured with a firm resolve, although my voice betrayed me. 

His face sank into the side of my neck, shaking frantically as I held him tightly. Assuring him that he wasn't alone and that I would always be there for him. 

We remained like that for seconds as someone walked in, clapping dramatically as my gaze landed on the intruder instantly. 

“Well, well, well, Chrissy and Dayle, well played. You have successfully killed your father, right?” Amber said. 

Her countenance was confident and menacing as we slowly approached, her eyes on Garry.

Dayle pulled away gently as he moved back, his back against the wall. 
“You sick fuck!”I cussed at her but all she did was chuckle darkly. 

I crouched down, placing my index finger over Garry’s neck. Thankfully, he was breathing. I sighed in relief as I dialed Daf instantly. 

“Won’t you call the cops? Huh?” Amber asked. I stood tall and pushed her angrily. 

“Stay out of this!” I warned, my teeth gritting. Amber, like a real ass villain in our story, laughed. 

“You’ve bitten the wrong tail, honey!” said Amber again. 

When I told Dad that Garry was in our house and in bad shape, I heard sirens wavering across the atmosphere. 
My face squeezed in shock, bathed in shock and fear. At that moment, I knew that things would rapidly escalate without foreboding. 

“I called the cops since you wouldn't,” she confessed. Dayle and I remained astounded. I could literally stab Amber but then, the cops are here. 

It wouldn't be funny henceforth. 
Amber walked to the door, as if trying to usher these cops in. 

“Everyone, freeze!” one cop announced from the doorway. 

I took Dayle’s hand, “It's going to be okay. I've called Dad,” I said. 

“What does it matter?!” he let out coldly as he approached the cops himself.

The cops asked us to put our hands on our heads as the others rushed to Garry.

“No pulse,” one police officer said as my eyes widened in shock. 

“There was a pulse! I made sure of—”

“‘Was’, Miss. Are you a paramedic of some sort!” the man scoffed. “Not a word or anything you say or do would be used in the court of law,” he said to me. “Now, move!” he ordered as they escorted us put like criminals. 

Once we were outside, Dayle spoke up while they pinned him against the police car. 

“Let her go, she did nothing. It's me you want, take me…” he stated. 

“We’re gonna need y’all statements at the station, sir!” another police officer said. 

Once we were tucked into the police car, I saw a police officer talking to Amber, with a smile on her lips, holding her chest as though she had done something that deserved recognition. 

There was no doubt in my mind that Amber somehow had a hand. At least, it felt like she knew that this was going to happen after all. 

Watching our house being sealed as a murder scene took me down a time loop. 
We used to be happy and full of love to give, filling each other with affection and care. It was a home until it became estranged, empty, and finally a murder scene. 

I wouldn't be the one to cry in the end, Amber would. I said to myself with determination despite being in cuffs for the first time in my life. And certainly, it would be the last time for both of us. 

….
Once we got to the station, our statements were taken and we were interrogated by the police officers. 

Meanwhile, Dad, Mom, Dom, and Nina were all present. After some time, Steve, Ken, Sophy, and Egan were also there. 

“Are you okay?” Mom asked as she approached with a cup of freshly brewed coffee. 

“I don't know. I need to know where Dayle is, he just saved my life on there…” I glared, panic rising, my breathing was heavy. 

My mom held me as Ken and Sophy approached as well. 
“Sweetheart, you have to calm down. Everything is under control. Your Dad is working things out...” she dolsomer as things roller down my things. I mean, I've been in tears all through the time. 

“Chriss, take it easy, okay? Dayle will be out soon. We are all here for you…”Ken reminded me, taking my hand. 

“Babe, it's all going to be okay…” Sophy said.

I understood their support and sympathy but it all bounced against my ear. 

All I wanted to see was Dayle. 

“Keep calm, we've got this…” Mom said. 

“I’m calm,” I snapped. 
As soon as there was a little opening, I ran off, making my way to the officer in charge’s office but then he was standing next to the counter in the lobby. 

“I want to see Dayle,” I said, my voice shaking and my eyes crammed in tears. 

“Ma’am, please stay calm,” the detective who interrogated me held me by the arm gently. “He is being detained,” the lady said. 

“Detained? For a crime he didn't commit?!” I was over the top. I didn't know how else to process everything. 

My heart broke, my chest clutched as well. Confused and out of breath. 

“Let him out of there! Let him go!!!” o cried out, trying to force my way through as they held me, and instantly, Egan embraced me. 
I tried to grapple, hitting him until I was too weak to do a thing. I cried and cried and cried, my throat was arid and the pang in my chest heightened. 

“It will be okay, you are not alone!”