Kevin's POV
I wasn't proud to tell anyone why Mom had moved us across the country. But it was supposed to be a fresh start.
I promised I wasn't going to get entangled, which is also partly why we were attending a private school.
A lot of the girls there were unlike what they appeared. Meek in school, but quite raw and crude beyond the four walls of Royal Province College.
Unfortunately, though, the whole thing was beginning to look like rinse and repeat.
I can't deny my attraction to most girls, and I am so stupid that I always play along with it.
"Do you agree, Mr Holden?" The gruff voice interrupted my musings.
"Yeah." I replied. I had no strength to deny anything. There was no point. I had a record. It's why we moved uptown.
"We would like to have your statement now." He said. Monica was instructed to go out and wait while they took my statement.
"We want to know what happened." The kind woman across the desk, seated next to 'Gruff Voice' said.
"Monica and I, well, talk." I started.
"By that you mean you both have a romantic interest in each other, right?" She paraphrased what I said, quite bluntly.
"Yes." I agreed.
She scribbled something down and looked back up at me.
"I started talking to Emma yesterday." I continued. I heard Gruff Voice make a very suggestive sigh, but I could look past it. I was not new to it.
"Alright." Kind Lady acknowledged, and quickly looked over Monica's statement.
"Well, she sent her pictures." I continued.
"Was it an exchange, or was it Miss Emma's pictures only in the chat?" The Kind Lady asked.
"It was just Emma's pictures. She had to cut our chat. And that was all, until lunchtime at school today." I added.
I think we have all that here. Thank you. You can join them outside.
I wished to drop dead that instant. Not because of what they all thought of me at that point, but I didn't think my conscience could stand the sight of another girl crying in her mom's arm all because of me.
I'm not a coward though.
If I was going to be looking at anyone, it would be Emma. Hopefully, that would be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. I didn't want a repeat of this.
"I want to talk to him though." I heard Emma's mom say to her.
"No. I don't want you to." I overheard her reply.
"Did you think about what I'd have wanted you to do before putting us all in this situation?" Her Mom replied.
I heard Emma gasp and sob. I was broken, totally.
"Where would be okay, Ma'am?" I asked her. There was no point pretending that I didn't just hear what happened.
"Outside, boy." She replied, taking Emma's hands off her thighs.
I locked eyes with Emma before trailing behind her mom.
"I hear you have a record." She started with. "One that even involved the death of a young man.
That was a very sore spot. I kinda want to overlook the fact that it was quite unprofessional of the police to release such details, but I had no case, I guess.
"You heard right, Ma'am." I replied to her.
"What did Emma ever do to you?"
"I'm sorry, Mrs Linda." I said.
"Yeah, save that. It can work on Ema, not me." She shot at me. "I need reasons, not an apology."
"I didn't mean to. Monica thought I was serious with her. It just downslid after she got to know I was talking to Emma." I replied to her. There really wasn't much to it.
"I don't ever, ever, want to see you near my daughter. Now, I don't care if she ever forgives you, but that does not mean you ever get a space in her life. I would make sure of that. Don't let me get a restraining order against you." She sounded dead serious. It didn't sound like a threat, it was a warning.
"I hear you Ma'am." I replied to her.
"Good." She patted my back and walked back in.
The officers had not come out, so Emma's mom went in to them. She spent less than two minutes before coming out and declaring that everyone could go home, but the police were going to keep in touch with Monica.
I didn't feel bad for her.
Emma's mom offered me a lift too. I politely declined but she wasn't having it. Worse still, she made Emma sit at the back with me.
I can swear I was suffocating where I was.
"You both have nothing to say to each other?" Emma's mom said.
I really didn't understand what was going on.
I hated that she was putting us in one space together.
"Last I remember, you said not to ever talk to her." I replied to her, curtly. I cared about Emma too much to not want to reply to her mom as such, but I wasn't going to let anyone trample on me unnecessarily.
"Yeah, I did. You're a smart boy, sometimes." She replied. We were near home, and she wasn't driving at full speed.
The last thing I remember was throwing the door open and jumping out.
I don't know what made me confident enough to think I had mastered jumping out of a moving vehicle, but I didn't give myself the chance to think twice.
"Kevin!" I heard Emma's broken voice scream before her mom's vehicle screech led to a stop.
I wanted to get up and run so fast, but I couldn't feel my left leg, the leg I landed with.
As far as I could see there was no blood. I tried giving it one more chance, but I couldn't even move my leg. It was a part of me, but wasn't, at the same time.
"What did you do that for?" Emma asked through sobs while trying to lift me off the floor.
Now, I really was at their mercy. She tried as much as she could to balance me, but I was getting weak fast.
Before my eyes shut, I saw her mom rush to us to help her out.
Fuck!