The Final Christmas

Chapter 9

Chapter 9
Christmas night

The clock rung as it hit midnight. I got out of bed and slipped on a black tank top and black ripped jeans. I felt like a badass. I tied my rather long hair into a ponytail and slipped on some killer black boots. Slowly I creeped down the stairs careful as to not wake my dad sleeping on the couch. He snored as I walked past him and out the front door. Once out the door I ran as fast as I could to Layla's house. Her house was still blocked off by warning tape. I slid under the tape nothing could stop me from what I wanted most. The detectives took her body for an autopsy and they claimed to have checked for all evidence but if I knew anything it was that Police can't be trusted. I searched every nook and cranny finding almost everything in place a few thing missing. That's when it hit me. Her phone... she texted me which means she must've texted others too. I bolted up the stairs and into her room. It looked like a normal teenage room. She had magazines stacked up like blocks in a corner and a bunch of posters on her wall. I went straight to her bedside table and opened it slowly. Just as I expected her pink phone was lying in the drawer turned off. I picked it up and turned it on. Luckily, she had no password and I was able to get in easily. I opened messages and scanned the names, "Wifey, Joan, Kyla, mark, mom, fake dad, partner in crime, and Bestie." I opened everyone and just as I expected she texted everyone of her contacts. No one had replied till it was too late except the contact named, "Bestie" I didn't know who it was but they seemed to be good friends with Layla. I read their texts...

Layla:
Help me someone in the house

Bestie:
Did you see them?

Layla:
A little

Bestie:
Tell me what you saw

Layla:
He is dressed like Santa he keeps repeating "ho ho ho let daddy Santa take care of you."
I'm going to get a closer look

Bestie:
Layla don't!

Layla:
He didn't see me but he honestly looks like Mr. Johnson

Bestie:
Our science teacher?

Layla:
Yes he sounds like Mr. Johnson too

Bestie:
Layla just stay put please don't try to catch him.
Layla...?
Hey??

Layla:
Sorry I was chasing him I grabbed his hat and ran he's mad but I was right it is Mr. Johnson
I put the hat under my bed

Bestie:
Layla run
Layla?
Hello...
No please don't be dead.

My blood ran cold the killer was our science teacher? I picked up my phone and called 911.

After only a little bit the police arrived and took the hat and phone as evidence. I was told to go home but I wanted to know what was going to happen. I followed the police as the found Mr. Johnson's address and showed up at his house. I was not allowed to go inside so a police officer stayed behind and held me back so I couldn't run inside.

Not long after the police left the building pulling Mr. Johnson by some handcuffs. Another cop was holding a bloody Santa suit. "Ma'am you were right the Science teacher confessed to being the Christmas killer." The teacher fought against his restraints and screamed at me and the police saying it was worth it and that Christmas should burn in hell. He was stuffed into the police car and was driven to the jail. One of the cops smiled at me, "You solved this case that's incredible." The next thing I knew news stations everywhere surrounded me asking me tons of questions. My mom cheered in joy as my dad kept repeating, "that's my daughter!" My sister held me tightly telling me how proud she was of me. I tried to answer as many questions as I could but there were too many at a time I couldn't understand what they were yelling. Luckily, the police shoved everyone away yelling how it was rude to overwhelm me like that.

After awhile my mom took me home and I slept for what felt like days. I was so exhausted and heartbroken. I went over what the authorities said to me but something stuck out from the rest, "You could be a detective when you grow up." It was said by Officer Micheal which meant that he didn't think I was stupid anymore. I squealed happy I finally got recognized for my great mind. I almost didn't want to wait to become a worldwide known detective. There are lots of crimes around so I should get a head start on solving crimes.

Until we meet again reader-Theo <3