Welcome... To My Fucked Up Life... (Complete)

Bitch

Sorry this is a short chapter.

Logan: What the hell?

Me: What's wrong?

He has been searching on the computer for two hours now.

Logan: No no it's fine i already print it out.

He walks over to the printer waiting for the papers to finish.

Steve:(whispering) Who is he talking to?

Me:(whispering) I don't know.

Logan: Come on come on.

He grabbed the papers

Logan: FUCK.

He took the printer and threw it across the room. Than did the same with the desk it was sitting on.

Me:(ran over to him) Logan calm down.

Logan:.....(still throwing things)

Steve tried to grab him but like the last time. It didn't work. I decided to get in front of him when he goes to throw another idem. He rips the tv from the wall and started to though it.

Me: Stop.

Logan:...

He stopped and looked at me.

Logan: Move.

Me: No.

Logan:Nikki.

Me: Logan.

Steve: Why are you so upset?

Logan: (puts the tv down) I found the recordings of the phone call and the records.

Steve: Ok.

Logan: I printed the records. It was their. It was something else.

Me:...

Steve: (ran his fingered through his hair).

Me: ..

Logan: FUCK. (picked up the tv and threw it in a different direction) THAT BITCH.

Me: It had to be someone else. She's to dumb for that.

Steve: What did you get than? In the printer.

Logan: A picture of me and Nikki at the strip club and on the bottom it said Hahaha you know what I want.

Steve: What does it want?

Me: Me.

Steve: You know who it is?

Me: Logan, (looked at each other) called it.

Logan: You did.

Steve: What are you guys talking about?

Logan: Your wife is working with Kyle.

Steve: Kyle?

Me: That guy that was here before her.

Steve: Oh...what are we gonna do?

Me: My flash drive.(took it out the computer) what ever is on the screen it automatically downloads on here.

Logan: When did you get that?

Me: I alway had it. I keep a spear in my heels just in case I want to blackmail someone.

Logan:....

Steve:....

Me: What? It comes in handy when you need help and don't want to pay for it.

I plugged it in to the kitchen tv/computer and the files showed up.

Logan: You got it.

I snatched it out and handed it over to Logan.

Me: Now I'll go to the police station

Logan: Evidence.

Steve: Do we have to do this?

Logan/me: YES.

We drive back to the police station only this time no one talked to us...well except the investigators.