CH 22

Carmen’s POV

The police separated us soon as they broke into the empty warehouse. Bette is avoiding my stare when she handcuffs Shane herself and escorts her to the police car outside.

"Let me speak to Shane, Bette please!" I am almost begging her, just isn’t on my knees yet.

"I am sorry, its out of my hands now." Bette replies apologetically.

"Please at least let me ride to the police station with her. What harm would that do?" I beg her.

She considered my proposition and finally gave in.

"Fine, on one condition, I am coming with you too." She follows me into the car.

Shane is sitting at the back of the police car with her handcuffed hands covering her face.

"Shane! Are you ok?" I call out anxiously.

"Carmen, why are you here? Did they arrest you too? It got to be a mistake!" She says angrily.

I lean in closer to her. "No I am fine, Bette agreed to let me ride with you."

She let out a deep breathe, "Good, you are fine, that’s good." She mutters in a low husky voice.

My heart skips at beat to know that even in the worst situation she could ever have been, she still puts my matters over her own.

"They arrested you! I should be the one doing the worrying! How can you be so calm!!!" I am almost in tears by now, feeling like being sick.

"Don’t cry! She swipes the tears that are threatening to drop down my cheeks with her index finger.

"You look ugly when you cry!" She jokes.

I let out a smile, "Glad you find it funny."

"Don’t worry, I will be fine. Trust me!" She winks at me before pulling me in for a tight long embrace. Her head buried into my hair, like she is trying to take in my scent for the one last time.

"Sorry to interrupt." Bette says with courtesy.

"I understand." Shane holds her head up.

"No Shane, don’t go. Bette, let her go. Please! Please!" I cry hysterically.

"Carmen, please trust me. I shall be fine and I promise you take you on the holiday that you always want. Just you and me, away from this. Ok?" She tries to console me.