First Drop

Chapter 4: Police

I woke with a million thoughts. All of these thoughts consists of the deaths of Molly Newcobm, Terry Howard and Rachel Sampson. I felt responsible for Rachel's death and I felt like I was next. I kept thinking if I had came to Rachel the first time she called she might have not been died that night. I also thought about the group of people who killed Rachel and who were they. After the ambulance came for Rachel the media came straight after and once they found me on the ground and confirmed I was alive to the media I found myself in the center of the news. Some said I killed her and some said I had a lucky escape, but most said I was famous now and being famous is not always great as there was a group of serial killers in the city. I needed a way out, but how do I  escape with fame made over night. I didn't want to go to school on Monday because I knew I'd be harassed by the media, friends, teaches and anyone else looking for information. It was ironic how I started out as one of these people yet now I'm the middle of it all. But anything I said would be changed in newspapers or magazines anyway. I hate what it did to me and how if effected my family in the space of nine hours. I got out of my bed and turned my t.v on to see if there was any new news. 

"Last night at 10pm I young women named Rachel Sampson was attacked and murdered by school friend Jake Felton"

Lies! I could not believe the media would make up such a terrible story about me! I was in shock. As soon as I turned off the t.v in disbelieve I heard my dad coming to my room. There was a light knock on the door.

"Jake? Can I come in?" he whispered  

"yeah come in" I muttered

He sat besides me on my bed and put his arm over me.

"It's going to be okay, believe me" he said still whispering 

"I don't know what to believe, dad. I mean last week I had a normal life but now this. I just don't know how I'm going to tell everyone what I saw" I said almost in tears

"Don't you worry, whatever happens I'll be on your side ready to defend you" he said trying to console me.

"thanks dad" I whispered 

Before my dad could say anything else we heard a knock on the front door of the house. I thought it was just another reporter or paparazzi until my mom called me down. I slowly walked down the wooden stairs with my dad closely behind me. Two police men stood there.

"These police men just want to talk to you about last night" my mom said

"Please, take a seat officers" my dad said while taking me to a seat and sitting next to me.

"we just want to talk to you about last night, Jake" one of the police officers said

"yeah, sure" I muttered

Two hours passed of me answering questions and telling them of the event. I had a feeling one of them believe the media that I was the killer but nothing was certain in my mind. The police officers left. After they left we shut all of the curtains to hide us from the media. Reporters, paparazzi and journalists waited outside for one of us to leave, some even banged on the windows and continually on the door. I felt trapped. I went back to my bed to watch some t.v and I told myself I would not watch the news. But I knew I was lieing to myself. I turned on Seattle 24/7. 

"Is this the FIRST DROP of a bloodbath?"