Someday

Chapter 32 - Weird Behaviors

Tyler POV:

I watched as Alex hit her head hard on the gym floor after the dart hit her in the neck. Two police officers rushed into the gym with guns pointing at us. One of them bent down to pick up Alex and carry her out to a police car, while the other pushed me down onto the ground, my cheekbone being pressed against the hard floor. I winced at the sudden pain that flared up the side of my face. I could hear the metallic clinks as the police officer wrapped the handcuffs around my wrists.

As soon as the other officer was at the door, Alex limp in his arms, I began screaming out her name. My body was thrashing around, trying to create some kind of noise, anything that might wake her up. But she stayed limp as I saw her and the officer disappear out the door.

"Tyler Krawford, you are under arrest for harboring a fugitive. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law." He harshly picked me up and pulled me towards the exit, ignoring the loud protests and cries of my friends. While he pulled me towards the car with red and blue lights, I could feel fatigue taking over my body. I felt so tired and all I wanted to do was be next to Alex.

It seems that I got my wish when I was pushed into the same backseat as Alex was currently in. I didn't dare touch her, the officers looked like they wouldn't like that, but I stared at her and silently prayed that she would wake up. She must've been hit with a strong sedative. Either that or she was dead from that blow to her head.

Alex's POV:

I woke up with a start and found myself in a familiar room. The room had mirrors on each wall and there was a table in the middle with a chair on each side. The only difference between now and nearly a year ago was the fact that I am now handcuffed to the table leg.

The door behind me suddenly opened, startling me, and a man who I presumed to be my interrogator walked into the room. He was holding a folder that had a picture of my face paper clipped to the front. It was my file. I didn't even know that I had a file.

He glanced towards me in one of the mirrors and let a small smile slip onto his face. "Goody, you're awake." He took a seat in front of me and slid the open folder towards me. "Petty theft, multiple assaults and attempted murders, and now the murder of Mackenzie Lauren Thomas. Tsk tsk. Very bad, Alexandra. Or is it Alex now?" He was trying to play with me but the only thing that I could hear was the woman's name.

Lauren Thomas.

Why did that name sound so familiar? My father often angrily said her name when he was drunk. Something about her and the company that my dad runs.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He gave me a smirk when I glanced towards him. He knew that I couldn't say no.

"My father, David Everpin, he knew Lauren Thomas. He would say her name sometimes when he was drunk." By the puzzled look on my interrogator's face, I could tell that this was new information to him. I kept going. "He would say something about her and the company, but I don't remember exactly what happened. All I know is that I never touched her." He seemed angered by my last sentence and I knew that I went too far.

"You never touched her? Really?" I nodded vigorously and repeatedly, like if I said yes a certain number of times, he would believe me. Of course that was wishful thinking. He pulled out an iPad from under his seat and after swiping a few times, he angled the screen towards me.

It was surveillance footage of my house, more specifically the window that lead to my room on the ground floor. This was probably the Miller's surveillance cameras that they installed to their garage. It showed me lugging the woman towards my window. It shows me stabbing the woman with a knife seven times and grinning like a maniac as I watched her gasp for air as she bled out. I then went to the backyard, probably to bury the weapon and the gloves that I was wearing. I came back and threw the body into my room and onto my bed and fell unconscious next to her.

As soon as the video ended, tears spilled over my eyes and I began sobbing. Not because I felt guilty, but because I have no memory of doing that. Or any of the crimes that I'm being accused of. The interrogator waited politely until I calmed down to continue with the questioning. I think my sudden burst of tears might've caught him off guard a little bit.

"I know that this is probably going to sound like a lie, but I have no memory of that." He seemed genuinely confused. "All I know is that I woke up to her body. I don't remember doing any of... that." I said while gesturing to the iPad screen. My interrogator gave me a sympathetic look before getting up and attaching both ends of the handcuffs to my wrists behind my back and gently guiding me out the door. It seemed like he really didn't want to do this to me. Maybe it was because I was pretty young. I'm actually 18 now, but I was seventeen when I was first interrogated.

As I was guided out of the room, I caught a glimpse of Tyler sitting right outside. He was already looking at me a facial expression that read "I'm sorry." He knew that by saying my name in the gym, he made my chances of getting out of this situation a hundred times less likely.

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Tyler's POV:

I had already been interrogated, most of the questions being about Alex. Now I was undergoing another round of questions from my family lawyer. She was also asking about Alex, but mostly about how extensive my knowledge about Alex's situation was.

My parents had flown in from Australia because their family name might be on the line, but since I'm 18 I chose not to have them present for questioning. They were never there for me, so why should they be now?

As I was filling the lawyer in on what I knew about Alex, a man rushed into the room. He was short with greying hair and a doctors coat on. He looked between the two of us for a few seconds until he finally spoke. "I need to speak with Tyler Krawford." When my lawyer made no movement to leave he continued, "preferably alone." My lawyer looked towards me with eyebrows raised, daring me to tell her to leave so that me and the man can talk in private. I did it anyway.

"Rachel, would you mind stepping out?" She shook her head in disappointment, but left the room. The man sat in the chair that Rachel was previously occupying and began speaking in a rush.

"My name is Greg Miller, I'm Alexandra's neighbor. She was always like a daughter to me and my wife, which is why we couldn't believe that she'd do something like this. I'm now her psych evaluator and if we have any hope of getting her out of here, there needs to be something mentally wrong with her. So please tell me that she has had some weird behavior. Anything that might be out of the ordinary."

I had to think for a second before all of her weird behaviors spilled out of my mouth. "She gets these things, where she gets really angry the smallest things that seem really insignificant. I think that Issac told me once that she sleepwalks, but not normally. He said that she looks conscious and really angry whenever she does. And she sometimes gets really painful headaches." I stopped talking when I could see realization in his eyes when he straightened his back and tilted his head.

"I think I know a condition that she might have." He then rushed out of the room as quickly as he had rushed in.

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