Inevitable Darkness

Chapter 1

I walked home again in the pouring rain for the second day in a row. This was a daily routine, walking home, since first of all I was saving for a car, and I had a thirteen year old brother who couldn't bother to lend me his bike once in a while. And on top of that, the only protection from the down pour I had was a black cotton hoodie which was barely considered protection since it soaked through after two rain drops. Great. How could this day get worse? Oh I know how.

My boots began to soak through when a honk sounded next to me, making my head snap up to the sound. Of course, I thought, what do they want now? I looked bored at the tinted window as it slowly rolled down showing a young officer staring back at me.

"What is it now Officer Quinn?" I asked. He shielded his eyes from the rain now getting the interior of his car wet.

"They need you at the station for questioning." He said squinting up at me. For what? A cat died yesterday and it's all my fault? An old lady fell down so that means I pushed her? Give me a break.

"Whatever it was I didn't do it. My record's been clean for six months Quinn." I folded my arms and continued walking, Quinn cruising slowly just feet from me.

He sighed frustrated. "Corrin this time it's important."

"Thats what you said last time." I turned to look at him my eyebrows lifted. Did he really expect me to get in the car after all the other times? Of course he did, he was Quinn.

"Corrin, please just get in the car, dammit." I could feel him clench his teeth angrily. What was his problem?

I continued strolling through the rain as his car fell from my peripheral vision. Oh great now I've really made him angry. And just on cue his hands gripped my arms and he shoved me back against the patrol car, opening the door and ducking my head inside. I just chuckled at my correct assumption. Oh Quinn...

"Look Corrin," he said while sliding into the front seat, "I gave you a chance to get in." I rolled my eyes at him. He knew from the get go I wouldn't get in. "This time it really is important." I couldn't stand his boringness. I lay back against the hard seat folding my arms and kicking his seat, my mouth turning up in a smile. "Watch it Corrin." He scolded. "I thought you fixed yourself by now." I stopped and looked at him, anger bubbling in my stomach from his comment.

"I fixed myself, I didn't change myself." I said matter of factly. It was none of his business what I was doing with my life.

"Fair enough." He said. I smirked in satisfaction, damn right it's enough.

"So what is this about now?" I asked sitting up again. Quinn just stared at the road.

"Its a murder." He said turning the steering wheel. No wonder they suspected me. The thought of death still made my blood run cold, and all at once my stomach tingled with nervousness at the thought of another person killed, my positive vibe running stale.

"Quinn I didn't do it this time I swear." I said, my hands subconsciously knotting up. He looked in his rearview mirror at me, his eyes asking so many questions without making a single sound. I gulped down the lump in my throat.

"We have evidence Corrin." He countered. Now what? Now I'm definitely going to lose this court case. I can already see the headlines, "Corrin Simner Back in Jail for Alleged Murder."

"Well who was it then?" I asked.

"We still don't know, we're trying to figure that out."

I shook my head as if he could see me, "No, I mean who was murdered?"

"Oh," he said, "Mark O'Shea, he was a private investigator for the department." Even though I had no idea who he was, a shiver ran down my spine, he obviously knew Quinn from the sad look on Quinn's eyes. But I shook the thought from my head and tried to think of anything but death and sadness.