Cursed [Jai Brooks]

Murderer- Chapter 7

Before I could scream I felt Jai’s hand clasp over my mouth, I fell backwards into his lap as he muffled my hysterical cries. How could he do this? He killed someone; he really killed someone...for me? This is so fucked up.

Eventually I was able to calm myself enough to be able to focus back on the scene. A tall, bald man dressed in a blazer and long straight leg trousers walked past us, he had a gold pin attached to his right pocket and he was writing some notes in a large document. As he walked past I noticed a familiar yellow sticky note on his back. I narrowed my eyes so that I could get a better view, the note read:

Hope Miller

 

I gasped at the sight of my name plastered on the back of this detective; I brought my hand to my mouth to muffle my own cries yet again...Jai seems to be able to provoke emotion from me that used to be so rare, I'm not used to crying this much. He has destoyed all that I was.

“What is it?” Jai asked as if nothing drastic has happened

For a second I gave him an ‘are you serious’ look, could he really be oblivious to why I was so astounded and so terrified of what was going on. He was clearly playing dumb so I thought I’d fill him in

“You’re fucking psychotic” I almost screamed but it came out as much more of a whisper

His eyes burned into mine as if he was entirely oblivious of what I was on about

“You murdered that girl” I gestured towards the ambulance that was now beginning to drive away

“Oh” he whispered as if he hadn’t even thought about it

“Not to mention you’ve tried to frame me for this, you stuck a fucking sticky note on that detective’s back with my name written all over it” my voice was beginning to raise and I had to try and steady myself before it got so loud that any of the officers heard me

“I haven’t tried to frame yo-“ he began and diverted his gaze to the detective’s back to see the sticky note

He grabbed a hold of shoulders and forced me to look at him

“I swear I didn’t do this” he lied

“I know you’re lying” I replied closing my eyes to stop myself from getting lost in his

He ran his fingers through his dark hair which made it stick up a little

“I’ll sort this” he announced, a degree of certainty clear in his voice

I don’t know why I didn’t just run up to one of those officers and tell them who did it. Why was I covering up for him? This is wrong, beyond wrong

Another officer began to walk my way, he stopped just in front of the big bush, another officer joined him, and the pair stood side by side in silence for a few moments before one of the them finally spoke

“They say the first wound was a gunshot” the officer with auburn hair spoke first

“Three gun shots” the other continued, I moved up a little so that I could see the officer’s expressions, their voices were kept neutral and it was hard to decipher any emotion from what they were saying

“How could someone do this to such a young person, someone with such potential” the auburn one shifted on his feet, his eyes dissolving to a kind of grey colour

My blood began to boil at the thought of anyone thinking Brie to possibly be a good person, she deserved this...well not this but she deserved to be hurt.