My Best Friends Brother

Chapter 197

"Milo... Milo!" Hannah clicks her fingers in front of my face, forcing me to fall out of my beautiful dream dazed mind where I'm curled up with my boyfriend watching sports centre, and plummet myself directly back into my actual reality.

After nearly three days sitting in a dark cell, the whole world seems so much fucking brighter out here. These florescent lights need to fuck off.

"Sorry, say it again." Hannah gives me that same sad smile, the one she's given me every time she's seen me over the last half a week. I know she wanted to get me out of those cells days ago but being that time of year between Christmas and New year meant the whole system was running much slower than usual, not to mention people are starting to talk about her favouritism of our family so her hands were tied more tightly than usual.

Although in all honesty, I actually appreciated the time to think.

"I was just explaining the deal your mother made with the District Attorney." She sighed, tapping the sheets in front of her with her non-existent nails. "Like I said, they've accepted the extenuating circumstances of why you had to drive, but they are still arguing that you could have just rang the police so-"

"We both know I couldn't have done that." I interrupt, Hannah immediately nodding her head and twisting in her seat to close the interview room door.

"I know sweetheart, so did the judge. Your mum made a deal to avoid another trial so if you sign this it's just eighteen months no licence on top of what you were already banned for." I hardly glance down at the paper, just grabbing the pen and signing without much thought for anything else.

My mind is hardly here anymore anyway. These last few days have felt like torture, my mind and heart in a constant war, when they both know already which one is going to win.

Hannah breathes deeply, glancing down at her phone as I sign the final page, the small smile on her face telling me it's a message from Lisa.

I know that look, the 'I'm so fucking happy with this person even just the sight of their name on a screen makes me want to explode' look. I've seen it on my own face enough times.

"Sorry," she comments, quickly training her features back to their standard professionalism just as an officer opens the door and walks in with two paper cups of coffee.

Coffee. I miss coffee. I miss coffee and blueberry pancakes... I miss the man I cook them for too.

Unfortunately whatever this is, it isn't possibly passable for actual coffee.

I hear some commotion out in the main part of the precinct, shouting in Spanish that seems somewhat familiar but disappears again quickly when the door shuts.

Hannah looks over the pages, signing a few herself before falling back in her seat and taking a sip of her drink. "This will be added to your criminal record as a second charge but I'm going to see what I can do about it when I get back here, your mum has checked with the scouts and it won't affect your college application, although with your ball skills I'm pretty sure you could murder someone in broad daylight and they'd sweep it under the rug just to have you on their team."

She tries to make it a joke but there is no part of me that can find it in myself to laugh.

I just feel so... lost.

"Get back?" I finally ask after realising I've just been staring at her aimlessly for a few minutes in silence. "You and Lisa are thinking about moving back here?" She nods, I'm surprised considering how excited they were to start their life in Boston, but I guess you really can't beat coming home sometimes.