Luke's Point Of View
The whole fucking car ride to the police department, was hell, the police officer who was designated to be my chauffeur read me my Miranda rights and told me I was going be headlines. My whole body aches. I hardly remember what had taken place last night. Who was that chick in my bed? Staring out the window I thought about what id tell the cops, my mind fucking tells me to give up because I'm going to hell anyway. Jail will be a pre-hell. I really just want to fucking die. Thinking about it, id trade places with the bloodied girl on my comforter. If I'm not guilty, which is the only sanity, I will probably get arrested for being a dick to the other officer. Just because I was found next to the fucking dead corpse of a fucking slut, doesn't mean I'm the ignorant ass who decided to slice her neck. What did happen last night? I remember getting into a fight with, shit. Maybe I did kill this bitch. Ashley was a whore id met at the bar like what, six months ago. Last night she was being a bitch and telling me that we should run away, she said "this dead beat town is only here to keep us down, so lets get the fuck out of Manchester." I decided to go to the bar last night, Ashley was there fucking bitching in my ear about the last time we fucked. of course the only way I could bare her voice, was to get drunk off my ass. When I get drunk, I am an intoxicated idiotic dick, im going to be a bigger ass than I normally am. I remember the bar tender sliding me drink after drink like a reoccurring nightmare. Sighing I layed my head on my window.
Olivia's Point Of View
My hands have never gripped the steering wheel as hard as I did. I drove to the station with thought of the girl, who had been killed. Every time I close my eyes, I see her green eyes. It wont leave my head. Sadly there is no remedy for a memory. Something about this whole think is dark and its like a cold chill you get when you feel your not alone, even though you are. Pulling into the station, I seen Tyler in his car, along with the guy who is probably going to get tried and convicted of murder. Getting out and into the cold air was a mistake, but I went to Tyler's car, knocked on his window. As a reply he got out and shut his door. "Tyler do you think well be stuck with phsyco's case? " I asked a little worried. "Olivia I told chief that, me, you, Calum, and Ashton will be carrying this problem, and finding out the answer." Tyler is a good guy, I know he is, but he is really rude at random. "okay well lets get started." I gestured to the guy in the back starring at me. He nodded and got him out. We walked into the police station, and everyone was at work trying to do something to help someone. We lead the man into the interrogation room. Tyler put him inside the room while I stood soundlessly looking through the one way mirror. Tyler brought me a manila envelope and I opened it.
Lucas Robert Hemmings. The mysterious killer had a name. I looked through his information. Parents divorced, has older siblings. An evidence bag was also inside the folder. The gun, "did anyone find a murder weapon?" Tyler stood next to me arms folded watching Lucas in the small room. "No." he said blankly. Putting the folder under my arm I walked into the room.
"Lucas Robert Hemmings, why are you here today?" I asked. "You tell me." "You saw the girl on your bed Mr. Hemmings." "call me Luke, and yea Ashley. I didn't kill her. " "Why didn't you?" He sighed, and looked me straight into the eyes and said, "I didn't kill anybody." in a slight whisper. An alarm was sent off, my body was ignited with little goose bumps. His eyes peered into mine waiting for a reply. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Luke did you, um know Ashley? Can you, um please tell me, what. " My body tells me to run, my mind is telling me words that my lips wont speak. "What had happened last night?" I sat down because my knees were shaking. The conversation was not even intense, just rubbed me the wrong way. "I went to the only bar in Manchester, and Ashley, who I known for six months, was there being a whore wanting to hook up, and she was more annoying than a fucking mosquito. So I got shit faced, and I can be a bit of a dick when I'm drunk. Anything after, I don't remember." "okay, you don't know where this came from?" I slid him the evidence bag. A couple moments passed, he was thinking. "no." he said. "okay thanks for your time Mr. Hemmings." I stood up and reached for the gun in a plastic bag that was sitting in front of him. He grabbed my wrist causing me to glance at him, his eyes so light blue it almost seemed like they were fake. "I didn't kill anyone." he said. The warning signs went off. I gained back my wrist and the gun and left the room. Ashton was now behind the mirror. "Hey, Chief wants him to go to the crazy bin." "really, just assuming he did it?" I rubbed my wrist.
"Olivia, Ashley was rapped, we found traces of his saliva on her, " I slowly looked at the gun. "Liv that's not even the sick part, " Ashton said, is he really that shitty, thinking rape isn't the most disgusting thing that ever existed, "He raped her after her death. " As soon as those word left his lips and waltzed into my ears, I glanced at Luke in the room staring blankly at me, through the one way mirror. I dropped the folder and the gun when he smiled at me.
