Behind The Scenes

Tyrell

Tyrell and Deme's house was full of people. "Sir,what did they look like? Height, age roughly, colour, what did their teeth look like?" The white police officer with blue eyes asked as he jotted things down on his notepad. "They had masks, I don't know their height, I was on the floor, to busy being stabbed to realise." Tyrell spat.

"Are you serious, you want to know what their teeth looked like? Are you serious about your job?" Mahayma shouted, the anger obvious in her voice. "Sorry ma'am but could you be quiet?" The black female police officer asked. "Oh, I'm sorry, my friend's been taken and your sitting on your assess asking about teeth and telling me to be quiet?" Mahayma's breathing became shallow.

"Mahayma, be quiet please-" Shamaar begged. "No, she's got a point, why should she be quiet, you're not doing anything, you can't even start searching for her for another two days! The amount of things that can happen in that space of time! Just because you're search team is hoping it means less work!" Dee screamed hysterically.

"Ma'am, please don't throw accusations around." The white police man said, the annoyance clear in his voice.

"Well they're not lying." Byron snapped. "We're going to leave now." The police officers stood up and walked out.

"Tyrell you should go to hospital." Shamaar looked his friend over,the bruises looked even worse. Tyrell cried softly, "I can't, what if she comes back?" Dee wiped the tears away. "I'll stay here with May, Sammy and Sanaa, if she comes back I'll call you, okay?" Dee smiled as a tear rolled down her face. Tyrell nodded and Shamaar and Byron helped him up. "Promise?" Tyrell asked. "Promise." Dee replied.

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Tyrell, Shamaar and Byron sat in the Accident and Emergency room. "Tyrell Martin?" The doctor called. Tyrell stood up and walked in to the doctor's room.

Fifteen minutes later, Tyrell strolled out with a cast on his leg. "The amount of needles they stuck in me! Thirty one stab wounds. They stabbed me thirty one times, I have thirty one stitches. When I found out who caused this all, I will kill them, slowly and painfully." Tyrell hobbled out of the hospital and to the car.

"Tyrell,let me help you out-" "I got it." Tyrell opened the car door.

Tyrell opened the door, half expecting Deme to be there. "Deme?" Tyrell called. "No. Come in here." Sanaa told Tyrell.

Just as Tyrell reached the living room, the bell rang. Tyrese yanked open the door. "Who are you?" Tyrese yelled at the mix raced boy standing on his door step. "My name's not important." He put his hood up. "Why are you here?" Tyrell raised his eyebrows. "Because. I know who took Deme."