The ex-athlete (part 1)

part-4(ch-3 Little faithful)

Rylie must've been feeling awful because she'd fell asleep almost immediately in the afternoon but woke again a little later. The sun was still there but it was covered by the clouds.Rylie lay in bed quietly looking at the two pictures that she had found at the closed cafe . One of them was a picture of Camelia and it that she would bring her justice."I don't know how but I will"
Rylie sat on top of her bed with her feet down on the rusty rug with stains.she held her laptop in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, ' She'd been really tired .she was looking back at the picture taken on the day Rylie had disappeared. She couldn't make out their faces very well but it was them she knew it it was Stacy and it was Mark but they wouldn't admit it they would go above and beyond and maybe even try gaslighting her,' what she needed was leverage ", a way to make them speak up but she didn't know what she took out a board on her laptop and stared at the blank screen for a couple of minutes before closing that tab and going back to the screen shot of the catfish page , she had taken .she couldn't make out much except that the girl who's pictures had been being used was probably someone from this town a quick Google search would do the trick.but all she could find was a celebrity look alike whose face matched but it wasn't her the hair colour had been different, but again it could've been photo shopped as well Rylie sighed this was a lost case there were no proper leads , blind pictures and most of all she only had interviews and basic guesswork those weren't proper proofs. She needed something framed something.. straight up from Sherlock homes but as much as she hated to admit it crimes in real life were not that simple,' sometimes she would wonder if she really was the problem and if anyone else had the case they would've solved it in a Jiffy.She had arranged a interview for a printing company just a few days ago, College would start in just a few days and if she moved out she wouldn't be able to solve the major leads as most of them had corresponded to this town . She headed out of her room and started walking towards the gate when her father asked her where she was going she said that she was going to the printing press office .she pulled up her socks and wore her white trainers . She would walk as the office wasn't too far .',with this case becoming quite hard she had thought that maybe if she understood more about how these newspapers were made , written and of course printed she could be better able to get something off of newspaper's as well as reports and police transcript s.as she was wondering about all this she didn't even notice that she had allready reached she stopped to make shure and then headed inside before she could even say anything one of the employees grabbed her by her elbows and pulled her towards a room and then she started to talk a whole lot about how printing and journaling work and how she frames the papers to sound more catchy she pulled me towards her desk as much as I wanted to listen to what she was saying I couldn't pull my eyes away from her collar just below it there was a badge which said Amelia, now ofcourse she wasn't shure if this was the Amelia she knew because normally you would expect a catfish to be quiet and silent but it could also be that she was really passionate about her job either ways she would wanna talk to her . Just then her train of thoughts broke as she sat down on one of the chairs and saw that she was now surrounded by many colleagues asking her how she looked so pretty and beautiful, Rylie couldn't take this opportunity away but with all of these other girls around she couldn't talk to Amaleia just then an idea clicked she could ask her to tell her more about her job and that way she could make shure that it was her and probably get more info from her.
Do you have any socials?Rylie asked
Yes, yes Amelia pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed her her insta account. And now she was shure that it was her she had guessed that her age would be 25 and there it was in her bio .
', 25 year old , who loves cats .
And bouss.
Rylie asked her what bouss stands for?
And Amelia gave a little laugh and then said that it stand for boys.
Rylie wanted to ask her who her favourite artist was.
But Amelia herself started talking about it and ofcourse it was no suprise that her favourite celebrity was also a lookalike of her catfish account.amazing.
Rylie asked her if she could meet her.and Amelia immediately agreed . She were to pick her up near the woods at 7 pm.
Rylie didn't hesitate this was her only chance and she was not going to miss it.

                                            At 7 pm
Rylie waited in front of the woods standing on a concrete platform she gazed upon the still houses and watch the window panes when a black car pulled up right in front of her , the window pane rolled down and it was Amelia she gave her a slight smirk and told her to sit beside her, but Rylie insisted to sit behind her at the back seat as she took a step into the car.she felt it again; that creeping feeling up her spine , cold and inevitable. Like everything was playing out the way it was supposed to, from the start. Coming full circle. And she was simply a passenger in her own body, watching the show play out.
The car ride there was silent no one talked about anything in peculiar. Rylie was busy staring out of the window looking at the trees as the passed by a dark alley that lead to a location she hadn't seen until now that is. We've reached, Amelia said with a slight squeak in her voice.they got down  . Amelia lead her towards the hallway. They sat down on the couch.
',So, what did you wanna talk about?Amelia giving the most uncomfortable grin.
Um..yeah, so I was hoping if you could tell me how the main suspects are written in newspapers and key lines are highlighted.(Lie)
Ok , so first we basically find anyone close to the susp- oh sorry I forgot to ask, would you like to drink something maybe tea ?
Black , please.Rylie said stuttering.
  I've never trusted anyone who takes their coffe black, anyways Coming right up, Amelia said and headed towards the kitchen.
Phew, Rylie let out a deep breath.she had definitely never heard anyone say the same exact thing to her.
Rylie sat down fidgeting with her fingers.
She saw her coming back.
Here u go she said handing out the cup.
She had gotten herself something too.She started explaining a bunch of stuff which Rylie didn't care about. She then went to the restroom.
When she came back she looked Rylie in the eye.dark glaring eyes focused .
I know who you are, Amelia said.
Well unh, Rylie laughed to herself struggling to make eye contact with her she said. Well ofcourse you know who I am.
Don't act .
Rylie's eyes were up at her but her hands were not they seemed to be having a tough time moving..stuff( replacing to be honest)
Amelia looked at her taking a sip of the black coffe ,she stared at her saying, So I've figured that you might know who I am , catfish is what you think I am right,
Rylie felt her gut slipping back and a shiver down her back , her nails were clipping.
Amelia continued, but you don't know about hquers and her sister do you and you supposedly know nothing about who killed camelia , do you?
Rylie clutched the couch handle even harder now.
Amelia pulled out something but before she could she what it was . Someone stormed into the room the sound of dried leafs still clutching.
Leave her alone.he shouted.
But Amelia had already dropped to the ground and the blade had fell out of her fist.
Wha-a-t?
Rylie stood up giving a slight twitched smile towards the left .
You're not the only genius here, all it took was a little bit of expression and -
Okok, I give it to you, you are a genius, said Hynjuin.
But you don't have any concrete evidence he said walking out.
Rylie pulled out a small recorder.
I definitely underestimated you.Hynjuin said in awe.
Of-course.