What if... I suddenly died?

Chapter 16

  "HI."

  The phone pings as Bella caught up to look at her phone. It was just about 5 pm as they have released late again thanks to the new addition question of the two random cops. Of course, Bella and Cellia were being caught for questioning, and that's how they had spent their time for three days. Three consecutive days by staying back after school and releasing in different periods.

  All of this had to be thanks to the help of Allie.

  She had been released earlier as she had managed to part up with Mr. Eason, the cop who was comparatively less strict about what she answered. He accepted most of them, in the fact of answering them and with a few follow-up questions behind. Or saying the other way, he has less follow-up questions than that Mr. Delan cop. He made sure he knows everything, more than her parents had understood her.

  Bella has gone out of the shower and picked up the phone with the buzzing sounds attracting her attention. It was Cellia.

  "Meet me at my house."

  Bella looked at the sky. It was still in a purplish color with shades of blue mixed. Showing the sky wasn't dark and there was still time for her to chat about meeting at her place.

  "What's up?" She asks before thinking whether to arrive or not. She didn't want to shower once again.

  "URGENT. COME ON. TO MY HOUSE, NOW."

  Bella thought as if she had forgotten to pay back the loans from the loan sharks and asked her hurriedly for Bella to come to her house for some money.

  "What?!" Bella asks her again. She was completely fed up with Cellia worrying about this and that. It was hard to comfort her when she lost the memory of what happened that day because of her drunkness. Now, after the video had been released, they had to somehow sort out a plan. Fast.

  "No nothing," Cellia replied, "come to my house. BESTIE."

  What's up with Cellia? It's been really late and she had been inviting me over to her house. That wasn't a good sign. Is there something important she had to blurt out immediately after the questioning that she couldn't wait till tomorrow? She could tell her by phone if that was urgent.

  "Call, then."

  A few minutes later, Cellia dialed.

  "What's up?" Bella asks, "it's late? What's the matter?" She sounded like she was scolding to her friend.

  "Something is not right," Cellia said, "the cop asked me if I was the girl who had been taking the glass of the bottle and smashed it onto Allie."

  "And..."

  "Of course I denied!" Cellia replied right away, "but I don't think we should talk on the phone. It was way too dangerous." She spoke quietly.

  "Like what?" Bella asked impatiently, "why can't you wait till tomorrow?"

  "Bella... I'm afraid the cops are going to track the phone call and search for hints," Cellia explains, "when I had just got the questioning with horrible Mr. Delan cop who acted like the teachers strolling around in the test, which that obviously sucks, and then asks me where I was. What I was doing at that time, some kind of related questions. He says that if I didn't give him evidence or witness and so, they would have to come to my home for a search warrant and some kind of DNA fingerprints and stuff."

  "Okay..." Bella answered, rolling her eyes as she entered her room. It has been a mess since the day of her family left and Allie went missing. Part of her worries about where Allie could be, and she didn't have to mood to do anything, even the most simple chores. Her parents know nothing about what on earth has happened here, from their attitudes of not ever-texting after they had left. They had abandoned her at home for her grandma, and since then, they haven't ever texted or called back. She was down, as she think about what had happened that day. No matter what, no matter when she would just have to change her mind about whatever thinking Allie. Was she part of the culprit? But to her, these weren't many problems. That cop asked when she had been with Allie, and she told him part of the truth. They were hanging out, but then they went their separate ways. And the cops took that as the truth and let her leave freely while Cellia trembled in her seat as the cops continue asking the same question with his pad ready for his notes. He was spinning his pen while Cellia looked away, thinking about how to answer the questions without leaking anything suspicious.