Never trust a dickhead

**Dayle**

(On the other hand;)

It has been over 12 hours. I was held for further questioning as they implied.
The detective stared at me, as though his thoughts were laid on the table that disbanded us. Like every other investigation room, I've been stuck there for hours and have no actual bearing. 

“Mr. Theodore, we need nothing but the truth. The scene was damn fucked up and it has implicated you. I'm afraid, the deceased’s situation has left an imprint on you. And...” he sighed and continued. “One of our witnesses, laid an allegation against you,” he said, spreading some photos before him as his evidence. 

Photos of that night Garry scared Chrissy. All I did was step in for her. I knew from the beginning that he was no good to her or Mom. 

I scoffed, the weight of the sotustok resting on my shoulders.

“How do you mean by one of the witnesses?” I finally asked. 

“All I did was defend my fianceé from a dangerous man like Garry,” I defensively stated.

“And some days before they? You beat him up right at your job. That alone, was something to worry about. I mean, you could have called the police if you sensed a threat…” he pointed, panic rising within me. 

“You can't be serious! He was harassing Chrissy. I just…” I sighed, frustration washing over me. “I am not a violent man, Detective. I may have acted out of impulse but it's justifiable,” I snapped with a resolve in my tone. I finally grasped where all this was going. Amber must have fabricated a lie.

God, that bitch. 

“From all indications, we are gonna detain you for a couple of more hours as investigations are ongoing,” the Detective said as he rose to leave, gathering up his documents. 

“Look, I've got to see my girlfriend. I just want to know how she's doing, okay? I just wanna see her, she needs to know that I’m okay—”

“Uh, Mr. Theodore, your admittance to this… grotesque situation would make this end quickly. So, I'll see you in a bit, “

He headed to the door as I banged the metallic table aggressively, my fingers raking my hair non-stop. 

“Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!”

I snapped angrily. 

“Typical!” he said one last time and left the room. 

Scrolling through my thoughts, I could think of anything but how Chrissy was doing. 

Was she okay? Was she detained? Was she thinking of me? As for the last part, I know that she was thinking of me because I could feel it. 

….
I suppose that some time has passed. Staring at the untouched coffee was like being hurled into a fate that didn't belong to me. 

The door pushed open as the detective heading the case entered the room. I barely looked at him. What was the point since he would not let me go? I asked myself. 

“Mr. Theodore, you've been bailed by your father. You're free to go for now while investigations are ongoing. Please note that we will reach out at any time if necessary. Do not hesitate to hesitate to comply,” he explained while I leaped happily  in my mind. 

“Why not?!” I snapped coldly as I rose, shoving my cuffed hand in his face to uncuff me. 

He released me as I attempted to leave but stopped, “I'm not the enemy here, I hope you realize that soon…” I said. 

“Good night, Mr. Theodore!” the detective said without hesitation, ending the conversation. I left. 

When I appeared in the lobby, I could see my family and friends, all eyes were on me. A streak of sympathy and concern rested on their faces. 

“Dayle,” I heard her call me from the door as soon as she got in. Chrissy, of course. And there you have Egan, right behind her. 

Chrissy ran to me, throwing herself on me. The feeling was mutual, I missed her twice as much and only she understood how much I longed to see her. 

“I have missed you so much! I'm so glad you're okay, Dayle?!” she sniffled. Her tears clinging to my beige shirt round-neck t-shirt. 

“I have missed you too, Chriss, so much!” I said to her, sniffing in the smell of conditioned, wavy hair. She smelled the divine, something I've missed for several days. 

But, why was Egan with her?

Why the fuck did he have to be her support system? Why was he around even after everything that had happened? He should have just stayed back or rot somewhere in hell.

Am I being ungrateful? I don't fucking care about that.

While I thought silently, he approached us with a concerned gaze. 

Was he truly concerned or did he just want to show off his fucking demon skills? Which?

“Hey man, I’m sorry about everything! It didn't have to happen but good thing you were on time,” Egan said as our hug gently broke. 

Fuck! Can he just breeze off?

I barely said anything and Chrissy interrupted after sensing the awkward tension. 

“Thanks, E. Um, we should head home now. You need to rest,” Chrissy opted instead. 

Mom and Dad approached too, sharing and showing their sympathy.
I acknowledged without the need to say much as we all walked out of the station. 

Right in the parking lot, Dad and Mom said that they would take their leave some of the twins were already calling. We shared hugs as they drove off with Dom. 

“I know that now is not the right time but Garry deserved to die! Thanks for making it possible,” Ken unapologetically said and I let out a half smile.

He said what was in my mind.

“I'm not sorry for that?!” I let out.

Ken patted me on the arm, showing how support. “We would always be here,” he assured and I nodded. 

“Yeah, always. You are truly a great guy. Chrissy has a protector, no doubt—you’re a keeper,” Sophy added and I nodded lightly. 

Sophy patted my arm and then they shared hugs with Chrissy as they left. 
Steve had been leaning against his car, staring at us from a very short distance. 

“What did the detective say?” Egan asked. 

“To never trust a dickhead!” I snapped before I could withhold my statement. 

“Dayle—”

“Really?!” I interrupted her as I walked off to meet Steve. 

Whatever she said to him was exasperating. I know that I can be out of control but he knows for sure that he fucked up and I’m still mad. 

“Dayle, you didn't have to—”

“Fucking hell, I should!” I scoffed. “Thanks for showing up. I was doing okay,”

“You sure did but after being detained for tons of hours? You were not okay.” Steve said, he rubbed his face across and continued. “I saw Amber. I heard that she witnessed the scene. That's crazy and I know for sure that she's messed things up,” he explained, piquing my interest.

“What did you hear?” I pressed. 

“She’s gonna testify against you if it ever reaches the court. Seems like… she provided more evidence between you and Garry,” he added as I scoffed, my mind reeling over and over. 

My thoughts were right, she had this all planned out. And does that mean that she has been following me? And perhaps working with Garry?

The guy I hired to spy on Garry was spotted with a lady, was it Amber? Dammit. Why am I just piecing it together?

“Are you… okay? You're spacing out! Something rang the hell?” asked Steve. 

My lips twitched slightly, “I have to meet up with someone. Something is not right. I have no idea if the surveillance cameras at my house aren't tampered with,” I said, about to leave. 

“It is a murder scene and investigations are still ongoing, Dayle! You can't go in—”

“Then I would break in,” I snapped, restless and confused. 

“Fuck, man, are you thinking straight? You are a prime suspect and this would make matters worse,” he pointed out. 

“I don’t have a choice, okay? I've got p work something out or… It's prison for me if Amber gets the upper hand,” I indignantly stated while he remained silent for some seconds. 

“I'll come with you then,”  Steve assured and before I could decline, he interrupted. “It won't be bad to have you as a cellmate mate though,” he teased as I chuckled dryly. 

Chrissy approached, and by then Egan had vanished into the thin air.

“So, you would rather pacify over something I said? Is it me or him? Are you playing with my heart when it is him you want?” I asked firmly as her face squeezed, as well as Steve. 

“Dayle—”

“It's a yes or no situation. I don’t want to share you. Do away with him or don't come looking,” I stated without a tinge of emotion or softness. 

The choice had always been hers to make.