Arran's Law

Chanelle's boyfriend Arran is accused of murder, and she goes on a one woman mission to clear his name.


6. Conor

I stare at this random guy, a guy whose name I do not know, mentally begging him to tell me that he's made a mistake. I'm so desperate for it to be a mistake that I'm praying to a God I don't believe in. God, if you are really out there, if anyone is out there, then please, don't do this. I need him, I love him, I can't live without him. Oh God, please... But God has never answered my prayers before - what are the chances the He will answer them now? The chances are incredibly slim, but this is no time to get into an ethical debate.

"Are you sure?" I ask him, my voice surprisingly steady when all I want to do is scream until I can't scream anymore, scream until my throat bleeds, scream loud enough that everyone on the estate can hear me, scream until my vocal chords no longer work.

"Yes. I saw the police taking him to the station. I'm so sorry, Chanelle." He says. Under normal circumstances, I'd be demanding to know how he knew my name, and how he knew who Arran was. But right now, all I want him to do is catch me when my knees give out. In my head, I know that my life has been ripped apart, and everything has changed, but I don't feel it in my heart yet. All I know is when I do feel it, it'll be so horrible that I'll pray for death.


And then it hits.


There are no words that can describe exactly how painful it is. It's like an explosion that goes off in my heart. The shockwaves spread through my whole body, burning everything, until every single cell is on fire. But my heart doesn't burn. Instead, it feels like my heart is being slowly ripped apart inside my chest. I want to shout, and scream, and beg someone to make it all stop. But my jaws are locked together, and I cannot make a sound. My vision goes blurry as tears fall down my cheeks like Niagra Falls. Like I predicted, my knees give out, and I start to fall to the ground. The guy, a look of fear on his face, darts forward, and catches me. He lowers me slowly to the ground. As his skin touches mine, my jaws unlock so I can properly cry. And cry I do. I bury my face in the guy's chest, and sob like my heart is breaking. Well, my heart has been broken (and ripped apart) and I'm crying from the pain of it. He doesn't let me go - instead, he holds me a little tighter, and lets me cry.


It feels like an eternity before I can get myself under control. I pull my face out of the guy's chest, and embarassment floods through me.

"You alright now?" He asks, tilting his head to his left. Just like Arran. This tiny little detail nearly sets me off again.

"Yeah, I'm alright." I mumble. "I have... I have to go to the station. I have to see Arran." I start getting to my feet. The guy jumps up, and helps me.

"Let me drive you." He pleads. I give him a look. Why does he care so much? I'm about to ask him, but it could upset him, and I need to get to the station ASAP.

"Thanks." I say.


Without another word, we start running further down the road. He pulls out a set of key, and opens up the door to a sleek silver Audi A5. I blink in surprise. Most people down here can't afford a car, let alone a posh one like that. I've only been in a car three - now four - times in my whole life. He leaps in the drivers seat, and I dive into the passenger seat. He effortlessly clips in his seatbelt, while I struggle with mine. I finally manage to put it on.

"Floor it!" I yell. I have no idea why I said that, or why I yelled it. The guy doesn't look at me like I'm crazy. Instead, he pulls away at top speed. I brace myself as he flies down the street at what must be way over the speed limit.

"Why are you helping me?" I ask him through gritted teeth.

"Arran and me... We used to be... friends." He says without looking at me. I give him a look, but he doesn't see it. He's hiding something. I can tell just by the tone of his voice that there's history between Arran and him - not that he's going to tell me, and not that I'm going to pry. I make a mental note to ask Arran about... What was his name?

"What's your name? I should've asked that earlier, but what is it?" I ask, turning to look at him. His blue eyes gleam in the sunlight, and he smiles slightly.

"And I should've introduced myself. My name is Conor." He says. That name sounds so familiar. Oh yeah. Conor is a gang leader, but he's a lot more secretive than Jordan. He and his gang stick to the shadows. This is crazy. I have an actual gang leader helping me.

"As in the gang leader?" I enquire, even though I know the answer. I just want to see if he'll lie to me or not. He sighs.

"That's not all I am. And it wasn't like I had much choice! You have no idea what it was like!" He says, sounding mad.

"I'm sorry," I say very softly. "You've been so nice, and you're helping me. That was out of line." He sighs deeply again, and suddenly seems very mature, and much older than his years. I've never felt more like a little kid.

"S'cool. And I over reacted." Then he breaks, and cuts the engine. "We're here." I undo my seatbelt, and then pause just before getting out. I turn back to Conor, and smile at him. I lean in, and quickly kiss his cheek.

"Thank you so much. I owe you something big." I say. my gratitude glaringly obvious. Conor smiles, a little surprised by the kiss. I climb out of the car.


I wave to Conor, and walk into the police station where my lover waits for me.

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