One Reason

~Chapter Four~

The police station was cold and dark at night. The place is almost empty as one or two police officers walk past the waiting room. My head was throbbing worse than when I first woke up. Pain arose in my stomach. I don't know if it was the alcohol or all the blood.

I sat on the end of the chairs. As Dustin sat next to me holding me in his arms trying to comfort me. Across from us sat Hannah, Louis, Lance and Tori. They all looked scared shitless, just like me. None of us have been in this situation before. No one in Rockford has either.

"All of you that have been question can leave." A police officer says walking over to us from behind the counter.

"We are waiting for our friend." Tori spoke up with a shaky voice. Melody was being questioned. We all waited for her. Her time gone was longer than any of us. She talked to this guy for not even a minute and he's found dead. Now she is one of the suspects for killing him. So was Lance because of their little fight about Melody.

"Okay..." The officer walks away leaving us all alone.

Images of the scene flash, showing his bloody body hung up to dry. The writing of the blood haunts me every second. 'Who is next?' What does that mean? Someone else is dying? Who?

The integration room door opens, Melody leaving the room. Her face red from crying. She quickly walks over to Dustin and me. Everyone starts to stand up, getting ready to leave.

"I need to talk to Louis Walters." The sherif says with a stern, slightly scary tone.

"I was already questioned-" Louis begins to resist before being cut off.

"We got new evidence. Your finger prints were found on the knife impaled in the body of Greg Anderson."

The room falls silent.

-

I lay, flat on my back, in my bed. My bed felt so comforting. So warm. I stare up at the ceiling watching my room change from light to dark from the clouds outside. The sun lit up my room when it was blocked by clouds. My windows were slightly open. The sound of the breeze seeping into my room brought the smell of summer flowers.

Last night all hell broke lose. The death of Greg Anderson. Louis was their prime suspect. I got my self so hammered last night, that's all I remember. No one knows what to do. Murder has never happened in Rockford.

Tori's on her way over to drive me over to Louis's house. We are helping him clean up after that party. None of us want to help clean up. We just want to know what happened last night when he got questioned the second time. I am guessing he got some alibi as they let him go home.

I lift my self from my warm bed to get changed. I adjust my body to hang my feet off the bed. I look down seeing my heels. I lean down picking up the white felt pumps. I hold them up seeing blood drops along the bottom rim.

-

"You feeling better?" Tori was back to her normal deep calm tone, not shaky like last night.

I nod, my head laying against the passenger door window. My hand gripping my leg as hard as I can. This is a dream, wake up Michelle. I feel a soft delicate hand grab mine. I look over at Tori, loosening up my grip on my leg.

"Shelly? Talk to me."

With her voice I break down crying. Tori quickly pulls the car over, not far from Louis's house. Why am I crying? Because someone I don't know was killed and all suspected killers are my friends? The fact I don't remember anything last night except for all the bad stuff? My crying was interrupted by a hug from Tori. She was so small but her hug felt so big. I kept crying. I buried my head into her shoulder. The smell of her peachy perfume reminded me of our good times. Distracting me from reality.

I pull back from her hug, wiping my tears. I lay myself back into my seat.

"I'm fine. I mean I'm not but I don't know what to say. I don't remember anything from last night except for fighting and death." My voice is so shaken up as I try to regulate my breathing.

"Everything will be fine. We will go to Louis's house. Hannah is there with him. Dustin and Lance are coming later. We will explain as much as we can. Louis will explain what happened with him once we left." I nod to her response. She starts up the car, keeping ahold of my one hand.

-

I follow Tori up the front door of Louis's house. She knocks a couple times before yelling erupts in the house. I look at Tori just as the door opens, Hannah there to greet us.

"Hey guys, come in." She opens the door, showing the living room messy than it was at the party. Suddenly the sound of a vase smashing comes from the neighboring room. "Um, Louis isn't in the best mood at the moment." Hannah says, before walking off to the dining room.

"This whole thing is a set up! Who hates me enough to make me look like a killer?!" Louis's shouts echo through the open house.

"Louis, Tori and Michelle are here." Hannah's calm yet shaky voice came from the other room. I glance over at Tori, feeling uncomfortable. Louis suddenly walks out of the dining room followed by Hannah.

"Welcome to my hell. Police are watching this house 24/7 right now. Watching me 24/7." Louis furiously walks past us going straight to the kitchen. He opens a cabinet grabbing out a bottle of something. "My finger prints..." He laughs to himself. "My finger prints are on everything in this damn house!"

"Louis, baby. Maybe we shouldn't drink more." Hannah follows after Louis, walking up to him, but keeping distance.

"I don't think you understand, babe! I am the prime suspect of a murder!" Louis yells back at Hannah. Hannah takes a couple steps back, her face showing fear. He looks up from the bottle at Hannah noticing he went too far. "I-I am sorry, Hannah. I'm just scared." He pushes the bottle away, slowly walking over to Hannah pulling her into a hug.

"We all are..." Hannah responds muffled with head in his chest.

Tori and I walk over to the kitchen. I take a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Tori takes a seat next to me as the air is filled with silence.

Louis looks over at us two, still keeping ahold of Hannah.

"You two know I didn't kill him, right?" Louis asks.

"Of course you didn't. None of us did." Tori answers him. "Do you have any idea who might of?"

"It was the weird bitch, Kelly." Louis answers with a hatred tone.

"Her name is Kerry." I speak up with tone less voice.

"Whatever, her stupid act of, I found him like this, is bullshit. She pinned this on me. She was covered in his blood. Yeah, sure, you tried saving him. I still don't believe how my finger prints ended up on the knife. When my dad gets home he is going to flip." Louis says as he looks down at Hannah, kissing her head.

My phone rings as I get a text. I grab it out of my pocket looking at the text, from an unknown number.

'Are your finger prints going to end up on the next weapon or will the weapon be in you?'