And All My Devotion Turns Violent

Chapter Two

The hunt is still ongoing for the killer of promising Saint Julian University student Janet Kingston, a nineteen-year-old whose life was tragically taken from her on Saturday, December 10th.  The police are still without leads, if you know anything about this tragic case, you are urged to call.

Honestly, I sort of thought that they might give up the manhunt by now, it'd been ten days since they'd found her body, and thirteen since I'd killed her, that seemed like the right amount of time for the media to forget about it... But her family must've been pumping money into it, because it was on everything, even in San Diego.

"Don't you have a friend at the Saint Julian's? Cassie?" I glanced up from my suitcase to give my roommate, Bethany, a glare... She really just didn't know Callie's name because I'd tried my best to keep from talking about her at first because it really bummed me out that she was probably over me, but now that I knew that she wasn't, I really wanted to make sure that she was known correctly.

"Callie, and yeah." I looked back down at my suitcase, my hands resting on my hips as I tried to think about the most normal thing that I could possibly say.  I killed the girl who died because she kissed Callie was not the way to approach this.  "She knew the girl too; she was really broken up about it." I said, and I felt Bethany sit up, even if I didn't see her - something about what I was saying was very fascinating to her.  But why?

"Is that why you went to Minnesota a few weeks ago?" She asked, and I froze... No.  No, I couldn't say that that was the reason, that was incredibly fucking suspicious.  I cleared my throat and shook my head, doing my best to not seem like I'd had to think about it... An innocent person wouldn't have to think about it.

"No, I went because I had a weekend free and wanted to see the hype that dragged my best friend across the country... I only found out that the girl was dead when it hit the news. I wasn't there to comfort her, but I did." I explained, looking back to see her giving me a smirk as she leaned back on her palms, seeming all too pleased with herself... Her face kinda lended itself to that - angular, seeming almost permanently teasing.

"Did you comfort her or... You know, comfort her." She asked, waggling her eyebrows in a way that made me grimace as I looked away from her, busying myself with packing the rest of my things... I didn't want to give away just how far things had gone with Callie... And it wasn't anything too serious.

Friends hooked up all the time, right?  That wasn't a recipe for disaster so long as I didn't get as obsessed as I was that night.

"We're friends." I said flatly, and she nodded, clearing her throat as she sat down on the edge of my bed, in the only spot where the stuff that I was packing was not.

"Right, but-." I cut her off.  There was no way I was talking about anything that happened with her - she didn't get to hear about Callie's voice in my ear, her breath on my neck or her fingers on my skin in the dark of the night... That was something that would always be just for me.

"I'm not giving you any details, Bethany." I said again, and Bethany sighed, rolling her eyes as she lifted her hands in a sort of mock surrender, which was exactly what I was thinking that she would do.

Good.  Behave.

"Shit, sorry for asking." I nodded... Honestly, that was what she should've been anyway, so I wasn't going to say that it was okay... We'd only been friends for a couple of months, I didn't even talk to my friends from high school about my sex life, and they'd known me for years.  "Still can't believe you're leaving me for the frozen tundra." I grinned, giving her a look.