Candy Paint--a Willy's Wonderland FanFic

Chapter 12

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"Victoria," Sheriff Lund started, chuckling under her breath, "I don't know how you managed to do it,"

"The place is clean," I shrugged, trying to let my eyes adjust to the light from outside. My aching body stood in the doorway awkwardly. I could tell I looked like a mess.

"Vic!" Jed called, embracing me in a hug. I hugged him back, his musty shirt smelling like gasoline.

"Oh my, what happened to your arm?" Tex asked, pointing to my arm. In the daylight, it had swollen to a deep purple color. Not pretty.

"Uh-"

"C'mere, we need to talk," Sheriff Lund grunted, grabbing my right arm and pulling me back into the restaurant. I stumbled a bit, before catching up to her. Tex and Jed followed as she shut the door behind us. We stood in front of the stage, right beneath Willy.

"I know Jerry ain't gonna kill none of us with you in here, so do tell, how did you pull it off?" Tex asked.

"What?" I asked. My sleepy daze was making it hard to focus.

"You're alive, aren't 'ya?" Lund asked, snapping in my face. I nodded. "What did you end up doin' with Willy, huh?"

"Wait, wha-"

"Don't even try to put it off, your little buddy Chris managed to somehow get photos of the two of you," Lund interrupted. Luke was going to pay for that.

"I don't even know what you're talking about," I shrugged, trying to play the dumb card. None of them were buying it. I might've been a little more convincing I wasn't so dehydrated.

"I'm just glad she's okay," Jed put in, nudging Tex and Lund. None of them smiled back.

"Vic, what exactly went on last night that kept you alive?" Tex asked.

"I wanted my car back, and I made them an offer-"

"If that's what you wanna call making an offer," Lund snorted. I narrowed my eyes at her, mildly appreciating her rude humor.

"You know Jerry isn't here anymore, right? I proved my point," I stated, crossing my arms.

"You're delusional Vic," Lund retorted. I opened my mouth to respond, but Tex beat me to it.

"It would've been nice to keep your little, um, thing with Jerry-er-I mean Willy a secret," He spoke, adjusting his shirt.

"I don't know where you guys are getting this info-" I started to reply. Before I could finish my sentence, Sheriff Lund held out her cracked phone in front of me. On the front of the Hayesville Facebook page sat a blurry photo of Willy and I from the Super Happy Fun room. I was stable enough to recall that photo was taken at the moment Luke barged in. Well, it's not like you didn't get what was comin' to you.

"Care to explain?" Lund asked, pulling her phone away from me. I didn't have the energy to come up with a rude response, so I just stood there awkwardly.

"Um, I was apologizing," I replied, my answer coming out like more of a question.

"You do realize that's Hayesville's most infamous killer, right?" Lund asked, her unblinking stare making me very uncomfortable. I shrugged. She sighed loudly. Right at that moment, the door swung open, hitting the wall with a bang. Dad stood in the doorway, looking just as mad as ever. He had a duffle bag with him, that was packed to the brim with a variety of things.