What happened this Summer, Emma Carter?

Chapter Three

"No...it can't be Bella." I whispered.

"What was that Ms. Carter?" Multiple reporters questioned repeatedly.

"Emma, what are you doing? Get in the car right now!" My mom yelled quietly towards me.  I stayed frozen  in place ignoring her order.

You idiot. Look at yourself right now. You look like a complete an utter fool. You know what happened. Those reporters are capturing every move you make along with the stupid words that come out of that hideous mouth. Get your head out of dream land and get back into reality you pathetic anorexic bitch.

"Lost for words Emma?"

"Has your guilt eaten you up alive yet?"

"Emma!" My mom yelled at me. I snapped back into what was going on and ran over to the car.

When I sat in the car I was completely out of breath. I would have never known that being this under weight would cause such a great issue. My weight at this moment was the last thing on my mind though...How could I have killed my best friend? None of this is real. This all has to be a dream. Yeah a dream. I went to the club with Bella and right now I am having one of those crazy drunk people dreams or something...but why would Bella be dead? If all of this was real...why didn't my mom tell me what I did back in my room?

"Emma?" My mom said while reversing out of the drive way.

"No! Don't fucking 'Emma' me! Why didn't you fucking tell me Mom? Huh? Why? You think letting me know about these accusations would help just a little!" I screamed.

"Don't you dare start yelling at me! This is none of my fault! In fact, if it weren't for me not only would you be in jail, but who knows maybe on death row! After all you have done to all those poor girls you sure as hell deserve it! Why the hell am I helping you in the first place?" My Mom yelled back at me only to leave me completely speechless. For the rest of the car ride I remained speechless until I finally found the right words to say.

"When I tell you that I don't remember what happened this summer that means I DON'T FUCKING REMEMBER!  Why don't you get that? If you can't believe me then that is your own damn fault, but I sure as hell don't need any of your help. You call yourself a mom? Well that's funny because if you were you would be siding with me and be by my side through this entire bullshit drama, but no. Instead you'd  rather believe what some racist homophobic police officer has to say just to get his paycheck."

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you sure as hell aren't my god damn daughter. You are lucky that I am nice because the moment that court trial is over, you best believe you aren't staying with me anymore...Now get the fuck out of my god damn car!" I looked out the passenger seat window and realized we were all ready here at the police station, maybe I would have recognized this place better if there wasn't any press blocking my view from the front entrance . I closed my eyes for a few seconds to prepare myself for what those reporters were bound to ask and unbuckled my seat-belt. "I will be in there shortly." My mom mumbled. I simply nodded and then stepped out of the car.

"Emma how's your first morning of freedom?"

"Is your guilt eating you alive yet?"

"How could you have killed your best friend, Bella Lozano?" I looked over at the reporter that had asked the question and stared at her in disbelief. My eyes slowly moved from her face all the way down to what she was holding which happened to be the picture of Bella at graduation.

"How dare you! You don't deserve to be holding a picture of her around and harassing me about actions that I never committed!" I quickly snatched the photo of Bella out of the reporters hands and stuffed it into the pocket of the jacket I was wearing.

"Guilt eating at you that badly that you must have pictures of your victims?" Another reporter had the nerve to ask. Instead of making a scene I quickly walked past the chaos of reporters and braced myself while standing a foot away from the police department doors.

It's now or nothing Emma. This is where the truth lies. Are you guilty or innocent? Only time will tell.

My now what was small fragile hands grasped tightly around the door handles so tight to the point where my knuckles turned into a bright white. I pulled open the doors has hard as I could because for some reason the doors were too heavy for me. Almost immediately when I walked in the building I got looks from everyone. I tried to not make any eye contact, but it was impossible. There were police officers everywhere making my heart race at an unbelievable pace.

That is guilt my love. What you are feeling right now is the sense of guilt and thrill. Something somewhere in your body is scaring you. Something is telling you to be worried. What is it? Am I wrong? Are you not guilty? Maybe you are just scared and intimidated by all the men in uniform. Who knows? My mouth is shut...

I walked up to the front desk and waited for the secretary to notice my existence. While standing there I noticed she had black hair with a blue tint whenever her hair would fall directly underneath the sun light coming from the window. I stood there for almost ten minutes when I finally cleared my throat loud enough for her to hear me.

"How can I help you-" She stopped mid-sentence the moment her eyes met mine. I broke the eye contact almost immediately and fixed the beanie that I had put on to cover my practically bald head. I looked back down at her and she was still staring at me with pure disgust. "You will be talking to the head detective on this case." She stated in a low disgusted hostile voice. I nodded awkwardly and took a few steps to my left and realized I had no idea where to go. I walked slowly back to her like an idiot and I watched her roll her eyes in annoyance and look back up at me. "What?"

"Um.." I paused and began fidgeting with my burned fingertips.

"What? Do you not speak English or something? I just told you to talk to the head detective."

"Okay, but um who is he...or she? And um..where are they?" I finally questioned. She let out a heavy sigh and spun her chair towards me.

"Detective Lozano. Oh and by the way Detective Lozano is a man so good luck murdering him and um what else did you ask?" She stated in complete passive aggressiveness.

"Where-" She interrupted me immediately.

"The sheriff's office. If you don't know where that is then you can just ask around. Now is that all?" She turned her chair back towards her computer and started typing.

"Yeah..." I slowly started walking away and stopped; realizing I had another question.

"What do you want?" She asked. She must have noticed that I stopped walking.

"Shouldn't I have a lawyer or something?" I questioned.

"Only if you're guilty," I stared at her in disbelief and she realized it, "Okay fine I honestly don't know. Ask Lozano. Okay? Now I have actual work to do to stop people like you from killing more innocent people. Have fun 'not remembering'."

At this point I have lost all patience for almost everyone around me and decided to start walking around to find his office. I ended up walking around for fifteen minutes only to find out that the office was right in front of me, but hidden in the corner of the building. I began to walk forward; the closer I got the greater anxiety I had.

You're guilty Emma. Lozano is going to destroy you. You won't last that long. You're a horrible liar.

I knocked on the door and heard a mans voice telling me to come in. I pushed the door open and froze in the doorway.