Chpt. 23

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"All I have to tell you is, I know he is the one that caused the death of Courtney Allen." I sighed, getting a familiar glare.

"In this case, since you are so sure, tell us why you assume that he is the murderer of Courtney Allen." He set his clipboard down on the table and tapped the pad of his fingers on top of it.

I didn't answer him, I couldn't find the courage I'm me to spill the words. I could feel the water desperate to come out of my eyes. My body went numb and there is no way I could tell him the story without crying.

"Ms. Taylor?" He asked once again. I still didn't answer. I couldn't. It's like the world stopped spinning and I could only see myself... and Courtney.

"You have to tell him." She leaned against the table, wearing a silky red dressed that fit her perfectly. I couldn't help but notice the perfect curls her hair held. She looked so beautiful and it made me want to hug her.

Not only did I loose my best friend, but I lost a sister. I considered her a sister considering we've been so close for so long.

"I-" I rubbed my eyes, I felt the tear come down. "I can't" I barely said the words.

"Pretended your talking to me, not this rude ass investigator." She looks over at him. She walks behind him and stands.

"Go on, tell me all what happened that night." Courtney said.

"I was tired, and I had to use the bathroom." I said to Courtney. I was talking to the investigator, but I followed Courtney's demands and pretended he was her.

"I went upstairs and I had no clue where anything was, and there were so many doors." A tear fell down, I quickly wiped it hoping he didn't notice my emotions. "This polite, tall boy said he knew where it was and that he could show me. So of course, I said okay. I wasn't going to be rude and not take his kind offer." I rubbed my forehead, "he showed me a room that was defiantly not a bathroom. It was a plain bedroom. At first, I was confused. But then I realized what I had gotten myself into. He had already locked the door, and he was blocking the door so I couldn't get out. I had no idea that he was going to try to rape me. He started saying these dirty things to me while I was persuading him to stop. Before he could physically touch me, a boy I met earlier breaks down the door from hearing my screams. His name is Cullen. He saved me from getting raped. He beat the sh- crap out of that boy." I looked up at the ceiling, holding in my tears.

"Ms. T-"

"I'm not done." I state.

"After that, I called Noah. He is Courts sister. I already told you earlier about how he went in to find Court and Al. Anyways, he took forever so I decided to go find them myself. So I went inside and looked everywhere, and when I looked into the kitchen, I seen Courts legs wrapped around the tall boy that attempted to rape me.. I was so mad at yo- her." I said forgetting I was talking to the investigator, not Courtney.

"I ran out to find Noah, and when I did, there was a blonde girl on top of him. I decided to find Al. I didn't know she was already home, I just told her to come get me and she did. I stayed the night at her house that night, and the next morning we went to Courtney's house to get my stuff. When I went there, her mom told us That Courtney never came home last night. That same day, I got a phone call saying they found her body." I glared at the investigator, his jaw had dropped and he apologized.

"Don't apologize. Can I go now?" I asked with a demanding tone.

He nodded shyly, making me feel in control of this situation.

"Thank you." I said, walking out. The beautiful dream Courtney walked out with me.

"That was good." She said walking with me, I find it weird that I'm the only one that can see her.. I think I'm literally going mentally insane.

"Was it? I'm so mad at you Courtney." I said, trying not to make it look like I'm talking to myself.

"Why? Because I got murdered?" She chuckled in a non humerus situation.

"No, because you let that boy kill you. You are such a strong girl.." I said feeling a little bad for the words slipping out of my mouth, "and I miss you.. So damn much." I said walking out and calling my mom.

I needed a way home.

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