My Killer Girlfriend

Chapter 19

    A single light hangs from the roof of the small interrogation room at the BUPD.  I am cuffed to the table, I had been in here for almost twelve hours with no one.  Normally that wouldn't be allowed, especially since I hadn't committed any crime, but as far as I can tell Detective Read has this place under his thumb, and a particular hatred for me and Lexi.

   I chuckle to myself.  He is trying to break me, trying to beat me before he even enters the room.  I'm not going to let that happen.  I become vaguely aware that I'm not sure if my actions are to save Lexi or get Revenge on Read anymore.  Who cares, my girlfriend maybe lying to me, maybe she killed my boss, the most influential man in the world right now.

   I don't know who to trust anymore, but I do know who to hate.  That's the only thing I can rely on.  So I put on a smile and wait for the detective to come for me.

   The door clicks open, and the detective is already wearing that sick grin of his, but this time I am smiling back.  Another BUPD officer follows him in and closes the door behind them.  "Camera off.". Read says sternly.  "But that's not protocol, we don't have anything on...". The officer gets a look from Read that tells him to shut up and do it.  So the officer flicks off the camera in the room, and shuts off the recorder.

   "Why don't you take the day off Frank."  Read says patting the officer on the shoulder.  "But..."  Another look from Read and the officer grabs the camera and recorder and shuffles awkwardly out of the room.

   I speak first knowing that as much as I want to, I can't hurt Read here, but I can fluster him until I can get out of here.  "Why hey there beautiful, fancy seeing you here.". I smirk at him.  "Can it punk!"  He shouts.  "Oh I would, but that nice little nap I took in the back seat of that comfy patrol car has me as chatty as your sixth ex-wife.". I get my head smacked off the metal table for that one, I feel a headache coming on, but I ignore it.

   "Ok, so I deserved that, but I just notice you are awful tough when I'm cuffed to this table.". His fist connects with my nose, I can't move far enough to get out of the way, so my nose gets bruised bad.  "Hmmm, that definitely should have hurt worse, what's the matter Read, that right hand still bothering you?"  I chuckle and lean my head back, still smirking. 

   He slides my chair back and kicks me in the stomach, the cuffs keep me from moving with his kick so I get the blunt of it.  This one causes me to spit some blood.  "You had better enjoy this now, because the next time I'm not attached to a table, you are going to wish you had never met me and my girlfriend."  I spit some more blood, ignoring the pain rising in my stomach.

   "Is that a threat?"  He says deeply.  "Read, you know me better than that!  I would never threaten a prestigious officer of the law such as yourself."  I say.  He growls, then smiles.  "Well that won't be a problem, because that little Psychopath will be dead before the week is over."  He says with a disgusting grin on his face.   My heart drops, but I regather myself quickly.  "So when does the questioning start?  Or did you just come here to spend time with your favorite citizen?"  I grin at him.

   It was a long night.  But eventually one of the other officers came in and told him his time was up, they had nothing, and they had to let me go.  I blew Read a goodbye kiss,  and the BUPD janitor had an anurism when he saw the condition of interrogation room B.

   I walk home.  Sit down on the couch, and fall asleep.  I wake up the next morning, almost to sore to move, and depressed, they are going to put Lexi to death, and I can't do a single thing to stop them.

   I walk into our...my bedroom and plop down, depressed, on the bed.  I throw my phone to the corner of the bed, and it slips on our bedding and slides off the bed, of course.  I sit up shakily and grimace at the pain in my side.  I bend down to grab my phone, and notice something yellow sticking out from under our...my bed.

   I grab it and pull it out, it is a small sheet of notebook paper.  It is folded up and although it looks like it was written  hastily, I reconise Lexi's handwriting.  The note on the front just reads:
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Luke, I don't know if you believe me or not.  I want to believe that you do, but I can understand if you don't.  On the small chance that you believe in me, and you know I didn't do this, I've written an address in this note, go there, talk to Stanley, he will help you.  He is... strange, to say the least, and my require so 'convincing' to help you.  I am sure you can handle it.  I love you.

Sincerely,
Your Princess, Lexianne.

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