•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Twenty Five•

"I can't remember anything that well, I dont even know what time it is. How long have I been here? Am I back in Wales?....okay my memory is slightly returning....I passe dout didnt I! Oh I did....and so I must be at the police department....am I?....hello??? Oh goddddd....i didn't do anything...." Morgan overthought everything as she woke up from last night events. She said her thoughts aloud hoping someone, anyone would see that she was innocent and had nothing to do with the matter. It was very early hours of the morning and no sun shone through the small window located across and through the cell bars. The photographer was still in cuffs, planted straight onto the steel bench in the cell after they arrived back in Wales as she was passed out. When police think you're guilty they don't care what happens to you, that's what Morgan now firmly believed. She started to spiral into insanity and her thoughts were going out of control. I'm sure you would cry and overthink if you were dragged into a cell when you were innocent, wouldnt you? She was alone for a few hours in the dark until sunrise finally occurred allowing her to now fully take in the sight of her temporary home.

A few minutes later the same officers entered the room full of steel cells and ordered her to face away. Mirgan was so scared she complied with caution as they entered her cell and dragged her to another room. When Morgan opened her eyes again the room was notably hollow as a lone desk and two chairs stood centre room. A notepad and pen with blue handwriting placed on the officers side. And a single half eaten donut lay next to it. Morgans had a millisecond of joy knowing police did in fact consume donuts but as soon as the officers began barking orders and questions her expression froze and her skin shook again afraid of what was happening. The officer that seemed to resume the role of bad cop changed her cuffs from her back to her front and also attached them to the table link. Even if she wanted to leave she couldn't.

As they asked and asked Morgan replied with he same answer, "I havent done anything. I'm not involved," yet the police continued using ranges of tactics and volumes to get the young photographer to talk.

It seemed like hours had passed. Morgans cheeked felt like fish skin as tears streamed none stop. She continued to cry and reply with the same sentence until fortunately a superior officer stormed into the room and barked at the other men. The noise was super loud however Morgans hearing seemed to fuzz and fade making the superiors voice inaudible. She couldn't entirely tell what was going on. Was she being dragged back to the cell? Or being freed? She couldn't tell. She was in distraught. The world seemed to blur. Her hand cuffs were removed and the superior officers hands gripped her shoulders helping her out. It seemed option two was occurring. Past a few corners and down a few corridors and Morgan was released by the tight grip and collapsed to her knees in exhaustion the world was fading to black. She panicked herself once again.

The only thing she could feel next was strong muscular arms wrapping round her body embracing her pulling her in. She felt safe and secure and just weeped into this person's shoulder. Her head fit perfectly into the persons kneck and she let everything out. Little did she know that the person who saved her was the rockstar she idolized and kissed the other day....