Unconditional Blood

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"So, Ms.Lamont, where were you and what were you doing at 2:30 pm on the 23rd of May?" The policewoman barked, shuffling papers, seeming more intimidating than she intended to be.

"Well- I was at home facetiming someone." The girl mumbled, nervous and jumpy at whatever the intimidating woman was going to reply with.

She wasn't buying it. "With who?"

"My boyfriend! You can ask him. his name is Michael Heere! he knows I didn't do it , I wouldn't ever kill anybody-"

"You may leave now, Christine." The older woman cut her off, knowing that if she tried to press anymore information out of Christine, she would most likely have a mental breakdown and just cry the whole time. The young girl sighed and got up from the cold, uncomfortable metal seat and rushed out of the police station.

• • • •
Sighing as she unlocked her car, she hastily got out her phone. 3 missed messages. 2 missed calls.
Michael:  hey where are u?
Michael: Chris..I'm getting worried
Michael: call me back

She fumbled to get to his contact. The phone rang once, then twice more. She didn't need this right now.God fucking damnit, the one time he doesn't answer is the one time I need him to pick up, she bitterly thought as she gave up on that call. She hung up, and called once again. This time someone answered.

"Huh, Chris? What happened? Where were you? I was worried..." A groggy mans voice was heard from the other line.

"They pulled me in! I told them I was on face time with you..What was I gonna do? Tell them I don't know where I was at the time of a murder? Oh my god, I'm gonna go to jail! I can't I have to finish school and-"

"Hey, babe, calm down! You and I both know you didn't do it. You aren't capable of anything like that, I'm sure they're just questioning everyone because its mandatory." She took a breathe, she was just freaking out. She couldn't even bring it upon herself to kill a spider; let alone murder.

"I'm coming over."

" Well shit man, I guess I have no choice but to let you then." They both started laughing and ended the call.

• • • •
Christine slowly opened the apartment door. Michael lives off campus from their college, with roommates. They had both met at that college, because of having the same major, psychology.

A  loud creak from the old, beaten wooden floors awoke her from her dazed thought. Hiding herself away behind a wall, she peeked out to find a hooded person standing in the kitchen. Quickly observing that the person had a male figure she stepped out of her hiding place, her mind racing with thoughts.

"Michael?" The silent, yet brawny man turned around, and revealed himself to Christine. He started chuckling, then laughing. She knew that laugh.

"Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you Jeremy?"

"A lot of things, actually."

Christine put her head in her hands. "You scared me, Jer." Jeremy started laughing again.

  "Awe, I'm sorry babe,"  he winked, taking her wrists into his hands.  She pulled away. This was normal behavior from Jeremy, always obnoxiously flirting.

"God, can't you just tell me where Michael is?"  Christine asked, annoyed that Jeremy would even try to pull anything after what had happened today. Jeremy pointed to the separate room in the back.

Christine peeked through the doorway, and then opening the door to show the entire room. She  walked over to the bed, where Michael was sleeping. His snores were barely audible because of the TV blaring some random crime show. Turning the TV off, Christine tried to wake him up.

"Hey, Michael wake up." She whispered, trying to be the least of annoying as someone  can be when trying to wake someone up. As a reply, he just mumbled something incoherent and pulled Christine onto the bed with him.

"Dude, wake up Mike," she whisper-shouted and nudged him softly.

"No thanks."

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of nudging and shaking, , he sat up,putting on his glasses and messing with his chocolate-colored hair. 

"Wanna order pizza?"  He asked, flashing an endearing grin. Christine smiled and nodded quickly, hungry from the interrogation.  They snuggled next to each other , watching one of Michael's crime shows. Nobody got up, except when the pizza was delivered. After they watched the final episodes and ate the last piece of pizza, they started talking about the killing.  Maria Hamilton. A bitch and a bully.

"Who do you think did it?" Jeremy was  leaning on the doorway, looking at both of their reactions amused, content that he managed to scare the both of them.

"Oh my fucking god, what makes you think that you can do this type of shit?" Michael rhetorically asked Jeremy.

"Independence."

Christine sighed. All of this talk about murder was making her head hurt. Sure, she absolutely hated Maria because of her bitchy attitude and bullying tendencies, but she couldn't believe she was dead.

"Well, at least it isn't a serial killer."

"Yet."

Fucking Jeremy, always making  the worst of every situation.  Christine thought about him as she nuzzled her boyfriends hair. She didn't want to go to her own apartment, she didn't want to be alone tonight. Especially with a killer on the loose.

"Can I stay here tonight?"

"Mhm." He was already falling asleep.