cheerio_cherry
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 9, 2010
Drea DiAngelo was a tall, slim redhead with bright green-blue eyes that seemed to be full of tears. Most days she wasn't shaky but most days she hadn't seen a crime, and a death. Today she had. That was what had her shaken up and what had ended with her in this room, being questioned. She had flinched when the male cop came closer, half-expecting to be slapped. One of her blue-green eyes was ringed by a nasty black eye, one given her by her ex-husband. Now she sat looking at the male cop and wondering if she'd ever leave the station. Her fear was plain to see as she kept shifting in her seat, her long brown skirt and blue shirt rumpled from her tumble to the floor. Tears came now and she hid her face, crying softly.
"I... don't know... I'm sorry."
"I... don't know... I'm sorry."