Chapter 9

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The officer walked me into the police station, saw that I was shivering, and draped his jacket over my shoulders.
"My name is Officer Riley, but you may call me Drew. I'm going to ask you a few questions, is that alright?"
"Yeah," I mumbled as I wiped tears from my face.
"Alright, is your name Zoey Anne Prescott?"
"Yes," I said.
"Is it true that you go to Woodsboro High School?"
"Yes," I said, starting to get annoyed by Drew asking questions he already knows.
"Is it true that Billy Loomis was your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, he is my boyfriend," I said.
"Do you still have feelings for him?" The officer asked with a stranger expression on his face.
I looked the officer straight in the eyes and said, "I'll always have feelings for him, he is very important to me no matter what."
I turned my head to the right, not wanting to look at Drew anymore, and realized I was looking into the eyes of Billy Loomis. Billy was in the sheriff's interrogation room, but he had turned his head, and was looking at me. We kept looking into each other's eyes even as Drew asked me more questions. Drew asked me if I thought the killer was a girl or boy, which I didn't know. He asked me much more questions that were impossible to answer before he finally finished questioning me. He asked me if I wanted to call someone, and I settled on calling Charlotte, she was my best friend after all. Charlotte came in with a strange expression on her face, it was them that I realized that Billy was being pulled out of the sheriffs office.
"Zoey! Zoe, you know it wasn't me! Zoey," Billy pleaded. Billy was pulled through a door, that was when Drew told me they were going to lock Billy up until they got his phone records back. I was relieved that someone was locked up for trying to kill me, but I couldn't help but think about two main things. Number one, was Billy really the one who had tried to kill me, and number two, was the person who tried to kill me the person that killed my mother.

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