Who Killed Aylee?

Chapter 17

Penny

Sitting in his metal cold seat again waiting. Waiting for answers, waiting for a goodbye. Waiting for my life to start. I know what he will think. That I'm weak and worthless. He always thought I was and in the end he was wrong. I deceived him and everyone else in that club of prisoners.

I listen to the clicks of the security door. I watch Thatcher walk out and look down at me. A half smile, menacing smile on his face. He sits down across from me and sets his hands on the table. He seems to have this need to feel powerful. He's not.

" How is it you're not in cuffs too Penny?"

" I know it's funny right? Sense I'm so weak and stupid? Just some girl who knows nothing of the club and the shit going on." I say mocking him like a valley girl.

" Penny you know I don't think that."

" Funny how I don't care. I am only here for answers." I slid a picture over to him. A picture of our mother after she was murdered. " Who did this?"

" First question is who is it?" He brushes her off just like he does me.

" Filomena Dunkin- Saint '' his face pales and falls. " Now cut the shit who killed her?"

" I don't know." His shoulders shrug.

" That is funny because the same person that killed her is the same person who killed this beautiful girl." I set a photo of Aylee at the crime scene where her body was left for dead.

He pushes it away. " No"

"Really? Let me read a little something. The body had bite marks on her chest and her thighs. But wait Aylee's body did too. Now I know who would do that but I want you to tell me the facts." I stare at him disappointed. " See, how do I know this fact? A girlfriend once confided in me after a bender and said that this same person left multiple bite marks on her body as a kink he had."

He shrugged" I don't know"

" Shame on you Thatcher Saint. Shame on you for kissing her and loving her and making her feel safe to have this happen. She was my best friend, my person. The best person I knew. Shame on you for taking her from me." I tell him in hushed tones.

" What are you talking about?" He says

" Sense your a coward and well I'm so dumb I couldn't connect dots and facts so I must not have this right. I couldn't have this right." I say "You the worthless prick that you are sold the woman you said you loved. My friend for the power. You sold her to the one who was in power and he killed her. Our fucking father killed her. He killed her after he had his way with her. Then you sat back and hoped he gave you the power of the club you so desperately wanted."

He shakes his head. Shame splashed across his face. I can't believe he once was my best friend. I was once proud of him. He starts crying.

" What's the matter? I can't be right, I'm too stupid." I sit up straighter and push the photos back. Now who is the Coach?"

His eyes get big. " No"

" I don't give a shit at this point." I say" Who is he? I know it's not our father."

" You don't know him." He says " Some guy Dad played baseball with as a kid but you can't win this. He has power."

" Who the hell is he?" I bark " I have to know and I can either get the answer from you or from someone else."

" Alright you can..." he starts

" Remember beforehand that I am all that is left of the outside world and I am the only one who can try to help get you out." His eyes change to a darkness I've never seen before. Which makes me smile inside.