Fire Meets Gasoline

Chapter Five : Father

Chapter Five : Father

JOHN"S DIARY:

"O-ok, this is what you do, hm" I spoke to Mike, breathless "Y-you walk out of here and go to the house, yeah, you do that!"

We discussed it outside.

"No it won't work!" Mike cried into my arms "Everybody saw me leaving the party John, they'll know!" He continued to desperately cry.

"It will work!" I said as I knew what I was doing "I'll tell the police you left early!"

"NO!" He backs himself off, he takes a minute while looking away from me, "I'll stay here, with you, I-I got an idea!"

He tells me his plan perfectly without shattering one tear, surprisingly. I tried to pay attention to every detail so I couldn't mess up anything, we got inside the school again through the same back door we opened that was in front of the bathroom, where Oliver's body was still laid down. Mike takes his phone and calls 911, we wait for something to happen.

We just waited there, nobody appeared while we were waiting for the police, not one student or teacher, no janitor or students trying to make out in the back, it was just the two of us in front of a body. It was when we heard the music stop, we held ourselves together, Mike took my hand and held them, and I squeezed his hands a bit so he knew I was ready, even though I had almost no idea of what happened between Oliver and him. I could see in Mike's eyes that he was not a killer, I prayed that I would believe that eventually if I told myself as many times as possible.

The police came and some people came along with them, I even saw the Principal. The police officers started saying a bunch of words that not even me or Mike could understand, they started moving us like we were objects, and the students were already judging us without knowing what actually happened, and I think that was probably for the better. Everything was moving too fast and I couldn't focus on what the officer was saying. All I knew is that Mike started bawling his eyes out on demand, it was really interesting to see him crying even though the tears seemed invisible from my perspective.

One officer took Mike and me to separate rooms right there at the school. I've always seen in movies, police officers putting people into their car and then having the "interview" at the police station. I guess this time it was urgent for them, so they had to do it right there at the spot. I walked in and saw a woman sitting down, she made sure to let me know I was supposed to sit across from her, she looked me in the eye, trying to find fragments of secrets I had, I made sure to hide it, or at least I tried.

"My name is Agent Hudson, I'll be asking a few questions, okay?"

"Okay" I said, trying not to gag or shake.

"State your name and age for the record"

"My name is John Mhcale and I'm nineteen years old" I told her.

"Can you tell me what happened?" She asked while writing something on a paper.

"Mike said he was going to the bathroom, minutes after I went in too" I took a deep breath "that's when I saw Oliver screaming and shouting about his life!"

"What do you mean by that?"

The room was awfully quiet.

"He said he was not happy with anything, that he had the chance to end everything, and he did" some tears fell from my eyes, maybe that helped me a bit at that time, or maybe I was actually feeling the shock of remembering his body laid on the floor.

"And then what happened?" She paid more attention to me this time.

"He grabbed Mike's arm and pulled it towards him, and then he took his other-" I gagged, something that I didn't want to happen "-other hand and cut his-"