Ordinary Life

Interrogation

About an two hours had passed, and Justin and I waited to put Brandon under questioning. "Are you okay, Genevieve?" Justin asked me. "Yeah, just nervous a little." "Don't worry. You'll do great, you always do." He rubbed my back. I took a deep breath and said, "Let's go. He's waited long enough."

Justin opened the steel door for me, and with my files pressed tightly against my chest, I walked in. Brandon was leaning back into his chair handcuffed and cuffed at the ankles, unallowing him to move.

Justin closed the door, leaving Brandon and I alone, however, he watched us through the one way glass panel. I sat the papers onto the tables and took a seat, myself.

"Hello Brandon." "Fuck you, bitch." He said with a raspy voice. "Your tongue is going to keep you here longer if you don't cooperate. Now, I said Hello Brandon, the polite response is to say Hello, Genevieve." Brandons eyes slowly moved up to meet mines. "Hello, Genevieve." I had him under my control, for once.

I opened up his files, but before looking up anything, I interlocked my fingers and asked, "Why?" I asked. "Why would you do this? Ruin your life like this?" "My life is great, I don't know what you're talking about." He turned his head, avoiding eye contact.

"About 10, almost 11 months ago, Barbara and Keith Jones were brutally murdered in their home. Can you explain, where you were on April 16, 2014?" I asked. "I was at my home with your sister, you should know that." He snarled. "Did you know Barbara or Keith Jones?" "No." Brandon answered.

I stood from my chair and walked towards Brandon. "What do you know about Wyatt Henderson?" "I don't know who that guy is." He retorted. "You don't seem too sure about that, Brandon." I say. "Well I am. Why are you accusing me, anyways?" "Wyatt gave me a description and you seemed to fit it very well. Now I'm going to ask you again, where were you on April 16, 2014?"

Brandon rolled his eyes, "I was with Wyatt." "Ahhh. You were with Wyatt Henderson on April 16, and you just lied to me? Why?" "Because you'll jump to conclusion if I told you right away." "What were you and Wyatt doing that night?"

Flashback

"Wyatt where are we going? This isn't the route to the bar." "You need to cool off, since you just finished arguing with your wife." Wyatt said. "Fuck, my wife hates me and her sister definitely hates me." "Brandon, I'm not going to lie, Genevieve is a nice piece of ass. But she plays hard to get." He said. "She wasn't always like that. She was a bright little girl." The thought of what I did to her kills me and I can't get that guilt out of my head. "Man, I want to know what she feels like. I want her so fucking bad, man." Wyatt grew anxious. "Get to know her. Become her friend first. She's very reserved, even with her own sister. Don't be so forward with her." I said. "Whatever man, Imma make her mine. I don't care what she thinks." Wyatt made a left turn on a dark street. "We can go to the bar now, Wyatt. I'm fine now." "Before we go, I need to make a quick stop, a friend is supposed to meet me here."
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"Whatever you do, don't get out of this car. If you see anyone out here, whistle or something. Got it?" "What's going on, Wyatt?" "Just....wait here." He closed the door and I waited in the drivers seat of the car.

I waited for about a good hour in the car until I heard a popping noise. I opened the car door and heard yelling. Do I go inside? Do I call the police? What do I do?

I then see Wyatt and his friend run out of the house with things in their hands. "TURN THE CAR ON!" I heard Wyatt shout. In a panic, I did just that. Wyatt got into the car and shouted "Punch it! Drive!"

Present

"So you didn't know they were planning a murder..." I asked. "Oh God no! If I did, I would've called the police. "Well if you knew they robbed the place, why didn't you call then?" Brandon put his head down in regret and sorrow. "I was scared. I didn't know what to do." I closed his file, with pursed lips. "You're dismissed. Security will release you from the cuffs."

I removed the file out of the room and walked down the hall, "Genevieve, that's it?" "What else is there to know? Nothing. I have what I need."