Unspoken Demises (ON HOLD)

Unspoken Demises chp.8

"First of all, let's start by you telling me how you know Mr. Boris." I said. Instead of saying Jared Boris, I said Mr. Boris to try and trip her up.

"I didn't know Mr. Boris." she said looking at me dead in the eyes. Well she definitely isn't stupid, that's for sure.

"Fine, how do you know Jared Boris?" I re-asked my question, starting to feel annoyed because I can't trip her up.

"Who said I knew him?"

"So you're saying you don't know him? Well that's not what it looked like. Plus knowing him is the only excuse you have for being in his father's apartment.

"I never confirmed nor denied knowing him. I simply asked who said I knew him." she said way too calmly.

Why is she so calm? She's supposed to start worrying or sounding angry. I don't know, she's supposed to be anything but calm! I know she was involved in the murder, I have a strong feeling! Maybe she is just that heartless. She is so heartless she has no problem talking to me calmly. That must be the reason why!

"Just tell me! How do you know him?!" My anger is beginning to take control over me. She always has this effect on me.

"We met at a club." I look at her so she can continue, but she instead just shrugs.

"And..." I trail off to see if she will keep telling me what happened. She is so stubborn. I have no idea were she got that from.

"And nothing. We talked, we danced, we drank. Nothing more."

"So why did you beat him up in an alley?" I was starting to get frustrated. Why couldn't she just give me a straight answer?!

"Because he grabbed me from behind and dragged me into a dark alley. My instincts just kicked in I guess."

I look at her straight in the eyes. She doesn't look fazed by this at all. Her eyes show nothing to prove she's telling the truth or lying. Proving she's guilty is going to be much harder than I expected, but for now I have nothing, so I must let her go. I sighed and stood up. Her eyes traveling to my every movement. I open the door to the interrogation room and call a guard. They walk in and untie her. She practically sprinted out of here. Doesn't that show that guilt, proving she's guilty for committing the murder?

What's wrong with me? Why do I want her to be the murderer so badly? Why did she have to be involved in all of this?

~Maxine's POV ~

I practically sprinted out of there as soon as those morons untied me. I didn't stop running until I was almost a block away from the NSA headquarters. I stopped and leaned against a wall. I need to do something to prove my innocence. I can't just keep hoping that it will all just stop. I can't believe I even got involved with the Boris family. Although, I only properly knew Jared and Jared only. I knew that asshole spelled trouble, but I had a plan in mind and being accused of murder wasn't it!

 I sighed. And if my life wasn't already shitty enough, now I have a huge problem with Tony and I don't even know how I'm going to resolve that without telling him what happened that awful night! I wish I could take it all back and just be happy with Tony. I mean my life wasn't all roses and daisies, but it was more crappy than shitty and that is good in my book.

I need to speak with someone that might help me. The only person that has the power to prove I'm innocent without giving away all the details. If I only knew where this person lives! I hope Jared doesn't know where they live because if he does and already spoke to them I'm dead!

With a shake of the head, I began running home. I need to get my gun, back-up knife, and the keys to my motorcycle. Thinking about my motorcycle brings me memories of Tony. He got me that motorcycle when I was 15. That's when he first told me he loved me and although I knew at that moment that I loved him too, I couldn't bring myself to say it back. I had been hurt so many times by the people I loved and I thought loved me, that the words seemed to be clogged in my throat, so I just kissed him. A kiss that showed how much I actually loved him. Now, I'm somewhat glad I didn't tell him. If I had told him I loved him I would've been in so much more pain right now! I mean he should be here for me, not leaving me alone at a time like this and hearing what that whore said about him sleeping with others girls.

My heart clenched just thinking about that. He wouldn't have fucked other girls while with me right? He has always been by my side and he was my betest friend before we got together. I knew he couldn't do that to me, but it still hurt me to hear her say that. I love him for pete's sake!

That's it! Snap out of it Maxine! You are acting like one of those pathetic girls in those chick flicks! You are better than that! You know he would never hurt you like that and if he did, you will cut his balls off and feed them to the pitbulls, because he wouldn't deserve you crying for him, you wouldn't give him that satisfaction! Plus there are more important things to be thinking about!

My conscience is right. I need to get home and do what I got to do.

Walking into my apartment, I jumped back a little startled from the mess. I totally forgot that was still there. Crap! What if they found and took my gun and back-up knife? I rushed to my closet and lifted up a loose piece of the wood floor. There they are! I'm so glad they didn't found them!

Ok, so I know I sound like I could probably kill someone or have killed someone due to me owning a gun, but I am freaking dead serious when I say I'm not a murderer! I mean I've shot people, but on the shoulder or leg. Not causing real harm.

I walk into the kitchen and grab my motorcycle keys and head out the door.

I walk towards the garage near the building and run into the only person that I've been wanting to see and at the same time don't. He's here because this is were he parks his motorcycle since he mostly drives his car, although he loves his motorcycle more.

"Hey." his beautiful, sexy, deep voice rings in my ears as he speaks. Moving those luscious, moist lips; that all you want to do is run up to them and crash your lips against his.

I let in a shaky breath before I speak. "Hey." I say simply and heading to my motorcycle, which just happens to be next to his. Great! Just what I needed!

"So... where you going?" he asks quietly.

 He never speaks quietly or shyly because he is never afraid to step up to danger and defend others; he's usually very brave. Why's he acting this way towards me? Even when we have fights he never spoke that way to me; he always spoke firmly to stand his ground, knowing he was right.

"Just out for a ride. I don't know if you've noticed, but I haven't had the best day." I say with a sour smile that doesn't show my teeth.

He seems like he is about to say something, but I just hop on my bike and turn the engine on and ride away... Was that too mean and inconsiderate? Did I just make things worse with him? Knowing me I probably did... FML!

------- Author's Note--------

I know sucky chp. I'm sorry, but I was seriously stuck and this was the best I could come up with at the moment. I still hope you guys like it. THANKS 4 READIN!!! :)  :)  :)