Body language were the conscious and unconscious movements and postures by which attitudes and feelings were communicated.

I hunched in an attempt to minimize myself physically out of consternation. I was about to pee my pants from the dreadful feeling in my stomach while Levy carelessly drummed his fingers on the metal desk in the dark room.

Taking a risk and looking into the interrogator eyes that had his arms crossed on his chest made the dreadful feelings inside my stomach intensify.

"So, what is your story, Lia Maxwell?" he urged me by starting off with a question as his face neared mine.

"There is one called Dating The Killer-" I began nervously.

"No, I didn't mean that, all I meant about what happened in the suicide scene?" he corrected me in a grouchy manner as he raised a bushy eyebrow.

"We were trying to help Dr. Alana," I repeated what Levy had instructed me to say. My fingers were sweaty and if this was a detailed interrogation, Frank would notice my anticipation or the cracking sounds of my fingers that were perched safely on my lap.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked when he decided to spin around my chair. I gulped and nodded.

"You don't seem too sure and I didn't have my experience yesterday," he whispered in my ear and my body reacted, forming shivers along my arms and my back.

"Well, I am sure," I grew defensive but I could see that it didn't work with the interrogator and from Levy's grimace at my acting skills.

"Can we leave already?" Levy impatiently questioned, looking at his fingernails.

"No, not until I know what you are up to, because taking an innocent girl and turning her into you seems like there is a big catch to it," he provoked Levy and he seemed to take the bait because the next thing I knew, Levy stood up and punched Frank right in the nose with a crack sound.

I panted heavily when the interrogator's back met the floor with a thud and policemen came inside to assess what was happening. I was never uncontrollable and I knew to punch an interrogator was a serious offense but I also knew the hard head my boyfriend had, his anger issues got the best of him as the policemen took away a yelling Levy.

Frank groaned and held the tissue on his nose, he stood up and came back to stand in front of me.

"That hurt," he masked his pain with a poker face and sat down in front of me with neon blue eyes that freaked me out when the light contrasted the loaded blue in his irises, "I must have hit his sensitive spot," he joked and I grimaced, still feeling out of place.

"Listen, I never broke any law or created a crime," I vocalized, bouncing my knees up and down, gripping my chair from my sides. "I am a good citizen, you can check my records, holding out a gun that Dr. Alana killed herself with doesn't mean I have something to do with it," my voice wavered but it was good than nothing at all. "You can test the gun fingerprints and do researches on it but I have nothing to do with it because I just go to her for therapy sessions and I happened to be with my boyfriend," my confidence boosted when I stood up and sat on the desk right in front of him as my eyes narrowed at him with conviction I didn't know I had.

"Don't worry about that, we won't hold anything back until our dream works and we put Levy in jail," he spoke with a glare, it was enough to indicate that they had bad blood before.

"Good luck with that, can I please go now?" I politely asked and he slumped against the chair, gesturing for me to go outside.

"You both will come back here soon once we find proof," my back was to him when he announced that and I gave him a thumb up from behind, opening the door to get out of the suffocating room.

Levy was reprimanded by Mrs. Christina, who looked outraged, not sensing my existence when I nearly approached them. I tapped on her shoulder and she turned to me, I hugged her and she hugged me back soothingly, stroking my hair when we pulled back.

"Every time I leave you two, I find you both in trouble," she chastised us and I felt guilty that we had to call her for the rescue too many times.

"Trouble follows us, mom," Levy corrected her with spent eyes. Levy's drowsy mood was contagious and I found myself wanting to sleep the whole day.

The events these past few days sickened us to the point were we neglected school work. It was frustrating to move on from the colossal damage that had been done rapidly.

Mrs. Christina told us it was six pm and that the chocolate cake was ready for us, I loved her because she knew how to cheer us up from the exhausting day.

Levy's hand engulfed mine when Mrs. Christina apologized to Frank about his nose when he came out of the room. He didn't interrogate us much since Levy wouldn't answer anything and I answered once only.

"You look so worn out, princess," Levy asked when he checked my forehead temperature. "Fuck, you're burning," he commented and sure enough, I felt my body growing tension in my bones and the headache almost crushing my scalp.

"I don't feel good." I sounded like I was about to cry because I felt so antsy and in need of the bed.

Levy wrapped his arms around me and I jumped, putting my legs around his waist and he placed his hands on my ass when he walked us outside.

I laid my head on his shoulder, feeling drowsy but at the same time, I didn't want this to happen.

The last thing I saw before Levy placed me inside the car was the sorrowful Dimitria Vice.