Make Right

[Atticus’ POV]

I sit in a cell, staring at the bars in front of me while trying to figure out how the fuck I ended up in this place, especially when Tabitha needed me. Oh right, those bastard vampires set up the perfect trap and set me up.

Closing my eyes, I see the scene again. The destroyed living room, Bonnie’s body lying motionless on the ground, and the empty space where Tabitha should have been but wasn't—it was all still so fucking fresh, and it caused me to feel utterly useless.

The panic I felt in that moment was very similar to the night I lost my family, almost, but it was enough to make me want to turn the fucking city upside down. However, before I even got the chance to do it, the police appeared. I could only assume that Bonnie’s neighbors heard whatever commotion was going on before her death, and there I was, the prime suspect in a fucking murder investigation.

It didn’t take long for me to be cuffed and brought downtown, and despite explaining the situation to my sup