The pain had come back to hunt me.
I couldn't escape it even in my sleep.
All of these afflictive and arduous memories fled my thoughts and dreams with throbbing headaches.
They somehow find a way to creep into my mind.
I get up, my vision blurry as I put in my contacts.
I can feel the easing pain on my lower back as I gently brush my fingers against the burns on my back.
"Buzzz Buzz Buzz" my phone rang (6:54 read on the lock screen) I was going to be late.
I gather my favorite pair of black leather jeans and a black coat I find lying on the floor of what happens to be a very messy room and storm out.
"Hurry up were gonna be late" my mom calls while I open the garage door to meet her.
Today I had to make a statement down at the police station.
Normally girls here tend to make fashion statements or are often called down for interviews, since it is Hollywood and all.... but not me.
I was headed to the police station.
Apparently the guy being charged for several criminal offenses last night, fled the country and his accomplice was described as a green eyed, blonde, 17 year old female.
It fits my characteristics.
They decided to gather everyone who fit that category and register them all to come give a statement today about where they were last night. If any of us didn't show up we would be an immediate suspect.
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I notice my moms hands on the wheel. Their slightly shaking which is weird since she absolutely hates coffee.
"Everything alright?" I ask biting my nails nervously
She lets out a sigh, looks at me with big worried eyes and asks me
"Beverly please tell me you were studying at Natalie's last night".
I started laughing but not in a good way in a sarcastically bad way. I try to control it. I then say
"MOM how dare you accuse me of such thing, and NO I was not at City Heights last night I was with Natalie and her mom at her house studying"
(But even though I said I wasn't there didn't mean I wasn't)
Looking straight at the road my mom replies back with a sharp tone
"Come on we both know what happened this summer, but the past is in the past and I believe you darling".
It was silent the rest of the way, but she seemed calm she wasn't shaking anymore and I could tell by her face there was a sign of tranquility.
We pull up into a driveway and I get out of the car realizing there are two lines. I assumed one was to sign in and the other for the "interview".
I was right.
It looked like a casting for a new Serena van der Woodsen, unfortunately it wasn't.
I was surprisingly getting nervous I guess it was all the look alike's around me, of coarse none of them had the "I'm a criminal look or I'm the accomplice of the guy that took off with millions of money kinda look".
No one even really looked that nervous, I bet half of the girls here barely knew the story or what was even really going on.
To be honest these investigators on the case are smarter than we think and if they smell even a bit of fear they'll write you down for even further questioning so I needed to get my shit together.
"Beverly Rose Leighton" I hear from an intercom.
I panicked
I had barely signed my name or lined up.
Something was wrong.
I was nervous. More nervous than before.
I cut to the front of the line next to the one I was in and stepped into a cubicle.
I sit down I front of a man with a light over his head.
"Beverly right?" the man says
"Yes sir that's me"
"Where were you last night at 10:00 pm?"
"I was at my friend Natalie's house studying"
"Where is your friend Natalie's house?"
(All of these questions were making me nauseous as I tried to regain my strength I briefly answered)
"Hollywood"
"Thank you I will give you a call if needed for further information"
(I was gonna leave but I just had to ask)
"How do you know that the girl actually looked like what you described?" (Tbh it sounded better worded in my head)
The man frowned and answered...
"We found a picture torn in half in the fugitives car, but we could only make out the hair and eye color because the picture was very badly damaged. It had blood all over it, and on the back it said CA+BR that's why you were called in first. Don't worry though we have ten more girls with the same initials".
"How do you know the age?" (I ask but then wanted to withdraw my question because I was showing too much interest)
"We don't just a lucky guess"
"I see" I answered softly (but something didn't add up)
"Why so interested" he asked as I stood by the door
"Just curious you know, you never know if you're looking in all of the wrong places" I added
I step out before he can respond and sprint into my moms car.
"what's the hurry hun?"
"Oh nothing, I just don't know why their doing this, I mean there's probably a lot of girls that are supposed to be here not here and I'm sure most of them just forgot about it..,, like Tiffany, she wasn't there".
"Don't be so sure Bev, I saw the list and just because their not here doesn't mean their not coming. This lasts all day until tomorrow morning. And Tiffany has brown eyes not green" my mom replies with a sharp tone
"Still I doubt they'll find their piece to their puzzle"
I reply confidently and then add
"I mean why do they want to find this girl anyways?"
"She's a fugitive, she took part in stealing millions dollars and she could give the police a lead on this Carter guy, he could be dangerous".
"I suppose your right" I reply back looking out the window so she doesn't notice the frightened look on my face.
"Besides Bev that girl deserves whatever she gets"
YOU ARE READING
188 Days
Teen FictionHe got in his car. Through his identity out the window. Drove away. Never to be seen again. Only a damaged soul can do such a damn thing. Aren't we all damaged souls at some point though? How far would you go to save someone you love? ...
