Courtney's POV:

I reach the city in less time than I originally thought, and I am overcome by great amounts of joy and excitement. The moment I see skyscrapers I run to the nearest person, quickly demanding where the police station is. They hesitate at first, no doubt disgusted and concerned about my hazardous appearance, but I grow impatient quickly, and I move on to the next person, who points it out to me without haste.

I burst through the station doors, my eyes going to a woman behind a desk, answering phone calls and looking very professional. I begin to feel slightly self-conscious about my appearance but shrug it off as i approach the desk. The lady gets off quickly, seeing me, and she turns her full attention to me.

"Palm Springs Police Department, how may I tend you emergency?" She asks in a serious voice and I almost laugh at the seemingly mundane question. Oh if only she knew.

Just as I am about t answer a door to the back flies open revealing a slightly dishevelled woman, who rushes to me, enveloping me in a huge hug. I timidly hug her back as the lady at the desk, whose name is Irene, scolds the other woman.

"Hush Iris," she chastises before she turns back to me, her expression softening. "Dear, are you alright?"

I feel tears begin to drip down my face as I begin to explain my story to her, starting from the beginning.

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Melanie, the kind woman who comforted me, quickly reports everything to Irene, her voice sounding rather commanding. Irene's eyes widen as I retell my story, but she quickly types away on her computer, before calling in more police officers.

Miranda smiles softly, "I am so sorry you had to go through all of that, Courtney. But I'm afraid we need to go into the questioning sequence now, if you don't mind."

"But I'm not eighteen yet," I comment, "don't I need a guardian to be present?"

Irene nods and hands me a warm cup of mint tea, "do you have anyone to call perhaps?"

"My brother is my guardian. He and my boyfriend should be here soon, the last thing I heard from them was that their plane was delayed," i respond, the nausea returning to my empty stomach.

Miranda nods in agreement, "alright. Sit tight then, hun."

Notes

short, uneventful chapter, sorry :(