Chapter 58

                                    

                                          
Scott leaned against the wall, his heartbroken expression mirroring the pain that consumed him. He felt like a part of him had been shattered, and the weight of grief pressed heavily upon his shoulders. As he tried to gather his thoughts, Argent approached him, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and compassion. "Scott, look at me. Look at me," Argent said, his eyes searching for a connection with the devastated boy. "You have to remember. You called me first, okay? Say it. You called me first."argent demanded him .
Scott's gaze met Argent's, confusion and sorrow evident in his eyes. "I called you," he repeated, his voice trembling with emotion. But Argent's plea for accuracy didn't end there. "Not you. Say Mr. Argent, or her dad " Argent corrected gently but firmly. "I called  her dad first."Scott answered. 
Scott struggled to comprehend the purpose behind Argent's words, but he complied, his voice filled with pain and resignation. The weight of the situation made it difficult for Scott to breathe, his chest constricted by the overwhelming grief. Argent continued to guide Scott through the fabricated story they had agreed upon for the police. "What else? What happened?" Argent probed, his voice steady and supportive.
Scott took a moment to gather his thoughts, his voice shaky as he recounted the events. "There were two of them," he began, trying to piece together the narrative. "They tried to steal our car... They wore masks... One of them had a knife."Scott said .
Argent nodded, encouraging Scott to continue while offering guidance. "You think. Don't get specific, Scott. You saw something sharp and metallic. You think it was a knife. What do you say next? If you get confused, what do you always repeat?"argent asked 
Scott's mind was clouded by pain, but he remembered Argent's instructions, his voice strained but determined. "It happened so fast," he said, his words a mantra to keep the story consistent. "That's right. Say it again, Scott! Say it again," Argent urged, his voice a steady anchor amidst the chaos of emotions.
Scott looked at Argent with a mixture of confusion and awe. "How are you doing this?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder and desperation. Argent's gaze softened, his heart heavy with his own grief as he faced the loss of his beloved daughter. "It's what we do," he responded, his voice filled with a mixture of strength and vulnerability. "It's what we do."he told him . 
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Four teenagers sat in the Sheriff's Station with bowed heads, not a word shared between them as they all rehearsed the lines they had been given over and over in their heads, the script Argent had given them to make it seem as though Allison's death was a mere case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. None of them wanted to belittle her death like that, they knew it was so much more. She'd died a hero, a warrior, a huntress, in the arms of the person who meant most to her. Her death wasn't what they were about to describe it as to make sure no questions would be asked so that she could die in peace like she deserved, not as an investigation. All four were in awe of how well Allison's and Katrina's  father was handling this, he was yet to shed a tear, maybe he hadn't quite processed that his daughter had left them yet, but so far, the man had been his usual strong self, guiding the group of teenagers through their first stages of grief.
They all sat in the sheriff's office, their faces etched with grief and exhaustion, recounting the fabricated story that Argent had instructed them to follow. As they attempted to cooperate with Sheriff and Parrish, their collective silence spoke volumes.
"Can you remember anything else?" Parrish asked, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and understanding. The room fell silent once again, their minds unable to conjure up any additional details to offer. Parrish turned his attention to Isaac, hoping for a breakthrough. "Anything else, Isaac?" he repeated, his voice gentle yet persistent. Isaac's voice barely audible, whispered a response filled with remorse. "I'm sorry... it just happened so fast," he admitted, his words weighed down by the weight of the tragedy they were trying to conceal.