who killed jane?

Chapter 4

After school, I went home and my mom was at work so had the whole place to myself. I dropped my backpack in a chair and plopped down on the coach and turned on the TV. I started channel surfing since there was nothing on but daytime soap operas and talk shows and I stopped flipping through channels once I got to the news "In other news, there is large traffic on I-75" the lady on the news said.

I went into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich and just tried to breath in and out to relax myself from the Jane situation but then I heard the news lady say something that quickly got my attention "In breaking news today, the body of a seventeen year old girl was found in a freezer, in the basement of her mothers house with her throat slit with 3rd degree burns covering her body and also a stab wound in her shoulder" she said, I dropped what I was doing and turned towards the TV while the news lady was explaining what was going on. I couldn't believe what was happening, I thought I was having a nightmare but I wasn't going to wake up from it because it was real, all real, Jane is dead.

I ran over to Jane's house, it was raining and at her house there was police tape in front of it. I slowly approached the door and saw Jane's mom crying and holding her hand against her mouth while being questioned by the police. I began to walk into the house and the police grabbed my arm "you can't be in here son, this is a crime scene" he said, the cop was my father, my mom and dad got a divorce when I was around seven and as a result, I rarely see my dad.

"Dad! she was my friend!" I said "Paul, outside" he said. He took me outside and started questioning me "what the hell are you doing Paul?" He asked "I, I saw it on the news, Jane was my friend, I--" I said before breaking down. My dad hugged me tightly to comfort me "Paul, it's going to okay, you'll be okay" he said. I balled my eyes out on my dads shoulder, Jane was gone, she was never coming back someone killed her, but who, that is all that was running through my brain that night.

The next morning, I didn't even feel like getting up from bed, I had no type of motivation to even get ready for school. My alarm went off and I turned it off after a few beeps and I put my head back on my pillow, staring at the ceiling, I started thinking about Jane, why kill her, what did she do? she didn't deserve what had happened to her. I finally got up from my bed after about ten minutes. I put on some clothes, grabbed my backpack and called Ty to pick me up since I missed the bus.

Ty came a few minutes after I called him. I walked towards his car and got in. The car ride was pretty quiet, I could tell Ty was grieving as well, Jane was very much a friend of his as she was mine, we were basically a trio, we all hung out on the weekends and during winter break, we were going to hang out again over summer break, but we couldn't now, school wasn't that different from the car ride, the day was a very gloomy day for everyone, the principal came over the loud speaker in the morning before first period "attention students, we are deeply saddened to announce the passing of one of our own, Jane Carmichael, a transfer student from New York passed away yesterday, her body was found by her mother" he said.

At lunch, Vanessa and her boyfriend Robert sat with Ty and I "how are you guys holding up?, I know Jane was your best friend and this must be pretty hard for you" Robert asked. Neither of us answered, I turned to face Robert and I could tell by his expression that we could tell how we felt, and he and Vanessa left the table to give us some space. I ran into Louis and Melissa in the hallway who tried to comfort me but I didn't feel like hearing it "you know, she was my friend too asshole!" Melissa said "Paul, we just want to make sure your doing okay" Louis said, I just ignored them and walked off, I know they only meant good and just wanted to help and I could tell that they were very saddened by Jane's death, but I just couldn't hear it, I didn't want to, I didn't want to believe that she was gone, it just felt too surreal.

When I got home, there was a cop standing by the front door, it was my dad's partner Office Vasquez. I walked up to the door and asked why he was at my house "Paul, we need you to come to the station for questioning" he said "okay" I said. Officer Vasquez drove me to the station and my dad was there waiting by the door.

When it was time for questioning, I didn't know what to expect, I mean I watched a lot of cop shows but this was different " your mother tells us Jane was last seen leaving your house, is this true?" Officer Wilson asked, she was in a short relationship with my father but they for some reason broke up after a few months "yes" I replied "she was studying with you before she left and went missing, and you were the last person to see her?" She asked "yes" I replied "did you do it?" She asked "what, do what?" I asked "kill her, did you kill Jane Carmichael?" She asked "no, why would you ask that?, why the fuck would I kill my friend?" I asked, I had no idea what she was thinking, why would I kill Jane? "Then explain why a knife with her blood on it was found in your room" she said "what, there wasn't a knife in my room, I didn't kill her, I would never hurt her!" I exclaimed "Officer, he didn't do it, that was his best friend" my dad said "even best friends can be back stabbers" she said. Officer Wilson stormed out of the room "Paul, we're going to have to run some tests to see if your DNA matches what's on the knife" my dad said "dad, I didn't do it" I said "I know you didn't, I know you wouldn't do anything like this but, we have to do this" he said.

When they ran the tests, I felt scared, what if my DNA was on the knife somehow, I could he framed for her murder, a crime I know for a fact I didn't commit, the tests came back, the knife was cleaned of any DNA and only had Jane's blood on it, somebody cleaned it so they wouldn't get caught and planted it in my room, her killer tried to frame me, but who?, who killed Jane?