Chapter Twelve

Author's Note: Hey, the spacing on this is being really gay. I keep trying to seperate it, but it keeps clumping everything together. Sorry if it's hard to read. Stupid blogger -.-

Chapter Twelve

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I opened my eyes. I sat up. Where was I? I wasn’t in my own bed. I put my hands on my face and I realized I was crying. That’s when my last conscious day came back to me in flashes.

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My name being called over the loud speaker at school. Miss Wilson crying when she saw me. The principal’s bawling. Miss Wilson calling the cops. Being sent of out the office. L girl saying she was there for me. All the seniors crying and giving me looks. Dillon crying. The two undercover cops showing up at school. “I hate suicide cases, always the same. People crying today but tomorrow they’ll be off partying. Ugh. Especially in high school.”

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The cops leading me to that strange building. The evil lady. Her lies. How the three men were so prepared for me to attack her. The way she was so calm.

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All those things. They finally made sense. Mikey was dead. I wasn’t the criminal. I was the victim. Mikey was gone. I wanted to know how. I wanted to know why. And I wanted to know, now.

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I wasn’t screaming. I wasn’t cursing. I wasn’t scratching. I wasn’t kicking. No one was holding on to me. But I felt the weight of three men holding down my heart. And I needed the weight lifted.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Mikey was dead? No. She was lying. Liar! How dare she lie to me. Mikey loved me. He would never leave. Never. He promised me. I fell on the ground. Screaming. Crying. Choking.

I hated this woman. She was lying to me. Mikey wasn’t dead. I needed to get out of here. I needed to find Mikey. I got up. I started running towards the door.

“Maria, please sit down.”

“Maria, please calm down.”

“Maria, you can’t leave.”

“Maria, you need to listen to me.”

I turned around. I glared at her. She didn’t want me to leave. If I did I would find Mikey. Then I’d know he wasn’t really dead. She wanted me to think that. So I couldn’t leave. Cos Mikey wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. HE WASN’T DEAD.

“MIKEY ISN’T DEAD!”

“Maria, I am afraid Michael is dead.”

“LIAR!”

“Maria, I am here to help you cope with the loss of Mikey.” She said switching to a softer tone.

How dare she call him Mikey. How dare she lie to me. How dare she. How freaking dare she. I put my hands out. I started running. I was going to hurt her.

The door behind me opened. Three men sprinted in. One grabbed my right arm, one grabbed my left, and the third grabbed both my ankles. They slammed me down on the carpet. It didn’t seem so soft now. I screamed at them. I cursed at them. I scratched them. I kicked them. I bit them. They didn’t let go.

“Maria, I understand what you’re going through. You’re confused. You’re angry. You’re hurt. But that doesn’t mean it’s okay to be angry with us or to try to hurt us.”

SHE was in my face again. I started screaming. My eyes burned. My body burned. My heart burned. I couldn’t breathe. I was on fire.

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

I inhaled. I exhaled. I inhaled. I exhaled. I was calm.

“Good job, Maria.”

“Who are you?” I demanded, trying to keep a calmer tone.

“I am Doctor Lyn, Maria.”

“How do you know my name?” I didn't tell her my name. She shouldn’t know my name. How did she know my name?

“Maria, don’t worry about that right now. There are more important things that need to be discussed.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Maria, I have some bad news.”

I still didn’t say anything. I crossed my arms.

“Maria, please respond to me.”

“What?” I asked shooting her a glare.

“This news is concerning your brother, Michael.”

My heart stopped. I held my breath. I closed my eyes.

“This morning your brother, Michael Vessey was found dead inside your apartment building.”

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

I sighed and hung up. The two cops were watching me. I didn’t have time to call anyone else, or even time to check my texts. I slid my phone back into my pocket.

“Are you ready, Maria?”

I nodded.

“Let’s go in.”

Once again each cop was on either side of me. The man cop quickened his pace to match mine. The female cop slowed her pace to match mine. I sighed. Maybe this building would help me make sense of things.

The inside of the building was much brighter than the dull outside. Each wall was a different color. A bright color. Too bright. My eyes burned just looking. So I stared at the floor. It was covered with a dark blue carpet.

Lady cop began leading me down a narrow hallway. I glanced back at the male cop. His body wasn’t moving. But his eyes were. He gestured at me with a nod. Then I turned my head back forward. The lady cop was now opening a neon green door that was part of a bright orange wall.

I walked through it. She didn’t follow me. She shut the door and I heard it click. The room I was in now was very small. The walls were a creamy blue. And the floor was the made up of the same dark blue carpet. Only now it felt softer then it had in the lobby.

“Maria, would you please take a seat in the chair over there?” I jumped.

Someone was in here with me. A lady who appeared to be in her early fifties. She had black hair with a strong tint of gray. Her eyes were the same color as the carpet. Dark blue. Her face was somewhat wrinkled. And I realized right away, that I did not like her.

“Maria, please take a seat.” She said pointing towards a white beanie bag chair sitting in the corner.

“Why?”

“Maria, please sit down.”

I didn’t like her tone. I didn’t like her grave face. I didn’t like the pitying look in her eyes. I didn’t like how she wasn’t answering my question. I didn’t want to sit down. I didn’t want to be here.

“Maria, please sit down.” She repeated for what seemed like the tenth time.

“OKAY, I’LL FREAKING SIT DOWN!” I screamed, before I threw myself down into the chair.

“Maria, I need you to calm down.”

I grunted.

“If you want to know why you’re here, you need to calm down.”

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

No one spoke for the rest of the car ride. I was somewhat confused as we pulled up in front of a building that wasn’t a police station. It was a very plain looking building. I had passed by many times on my way to school.

The male and female cop had gotten out the car. I didn’t move. This wasn’t right. They were supposed to take me to a police station or a prison. Not a pale yellow building with a bright reddish brown door.

The female came around to my side of the car. She opened the door. I glanced up at her. I could see the pity growing in her eyes.

“Come on, Miss Vessey.”

“Where are we?”

“Miss Vessey-”

“Let me call my brother, he probably has no idea where I am, he might be worried.”

I said somewhat stuttering. There was something about this building that scared me. Maybe the building was too plain looking. Or maybe there was something in the air that was making me feel this way. I didn’t really know. What I did know was I wanted to talk to Mikey, now.

The woman’s eyes widened and her mouth opened, for a split second I thought she was going to cry. But she didn’t. Instead she smiled and nodded her head.
“Okay, be off the phone in two minutes.”

I pulled out my cell phone and pressed the 5 then the 6. Mikey was in my speed dial as his football jersey number. The line began ringing. I closed my eyes and silently hoped he would pick up. It hit the sixth ring then went to his voice mail.

“Heyyy, this is Michael Vessey! Sorry I can’t get to the phone right now, leave me a message and I’ll try to call you back as-”
“Mikeyyy, some chick keeps iming you.”
“As soon as possible.”

I smiled, he still had me as part of his voicemail.

“BEEP.”

“Hey Mikey, it’s Maria. I was calling to um.. say sorry for whatever I did. And to let you know I’m okay. If you could call me back soon, um, that’d be great? Love ya.”

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

I climbed into the back of a normal looking car. It was a small dark red one. I didn’t know what it was called. I never paid much attention to cars.

“Aren’t you supposed to handcuff me or something?” I asked once both cops were inside and had shut their doors.

The man cop had climbed into the driver’s seat. And the woman was sitting in the passengar’s side. I was grateful there would be no major traffic at this time. I couldn’t imagine it being much fun considering the man cop’s temper.

The lady looked over her shoulder at me.

“Why would we do that?”

“Um..”

Because I’m a horrible criminal who deserves to rot in jail for a crime I don’t even know I committed. No duh. Didn’t everyone know that by now? Instead I said in a nervous, small voice:

“For what I did..”

“What did you do?” Her partner was watching me through the mirror as he pulled out of the school parking lot.

“I-I.. I don’t know.” They exchanged quick, confused glances.

“What do you mean; you don’t know what you did?”

“Well, I know I’m in trouble.”

“What makes you think that?”

“You’re arresting me… aren’t you?”

There was an awkward silence.

“Poor kid.” The male cop muttered shaking his head.

Chapter Six

“What are you doing? That is a student, not a football! You can’t just throw her around. That is Maria Vessey, the one you came to see! What on earth is wrong with you?”

The man cop instantly let go of me. His female partner sent him another glare. He opened his mouth to defend himself.

“Well, these kids were giving us a hard time. I didn’t know she was Maria Vessey!”

“She told you who she was.” Dillon snapped.

I sighed inwardly. What the heck was going on? First I was the criminal, now I was the victim? Nothing was making sense. This was like an algebra math problem, impossible to figure out.

The female cop smiled slightly.

“We had a little misunderstanding, that’s all. Now, we have work to do. So if we can take Miss Vessey with us now, we have some things we need to discuss with her.”

Miss Wilson nodded her head, but sent a disapproving glare at the man cop.

“They toss her around like a f***ing football and you’re going to let them take her?” Dillon demanded.

“We’re cops, boy. Let us do our job. Why don’t you go back to class so you can hopefully learn a thing or two about respect.”

Dillon grounded his teeth.

“They are cops, Dillon. We don’t have a choice..”

“Which we will be doing now. Sorry for the confusion, Miss Wilson. Have a good day.” The female cop said quickly, flashing another smile.

The male cop opened the office door. Dillon hugged me tightly. Miss Wilson bit her lip and smiled a small sad smile at me. The female cop touched my arm gently and gestured forward.

I walked through the office door. Within seconds the female cop and male cop were on either side of me. I felt like a toddler walking between to protective parents. I wonder if all criminals felt like this while they were being taken questioning then probably to be thrown into a jail cell.

I sighed. If they were going to let me rot in a jail cell for the rest of my life they would have to tell me why. Right? I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. What had I done?