The Hotel Called Bloody Crown (rewriting)

Chapter twenty-two: At the Police Station

Chapter twenty-two: At the Police Station

 "So, tell me again. What happened that night?" a detective Jared asked me again.

He was about fifty years old. Jared had brown messy hair, dark green eyes and a big, funny nose. He was old, but he still managed to do his job.

After that "accident", I was seven days in the hospital and now I was in the police station.

I had been tortured so far with annoying, same questions. I was so tired, but they didn't care.

I sighed quietly, not wanting to get on his nerves. He already didn't like me, giving me that angry, serious look. I would take him seriously if his nose didn't make me laugh every time when I looked at him.

I told him the same story twice. And still, he was asking me the same question.

"My name is Lindsey. I'm seventeen. I came to Los Angeles with my sister Jessica and my boyfriend Jace. Jessica was fourteen and Jace was nineteen. It was a nice holiday trip. We stayed in the hotel Bloody Crown because it was cheap. We were having a good time, you know, parties, restaurants, casino. We went to a party one night. It was held near the beach. Jessica met a fifteen-year-old boy, Christopher, I think. We called him Chris, anyway. He was her boyfriend soon. On that party, I met a girl who recommended me some cocktails. I thought she was weird back then and I didn't trust her. Soon, we discovered about the hotel's killer. Jessica and I had a little fight about it. Next night, Chris came to the hotel to see Jessica. They saw the dead receptionist. I called 9-1-1 after they rushed to me and told me what happened. Then we found dead Jace in his room. When we returned in our room, we found out that killer was already inside, waiting for us. The killer was the girl about eighteen or nineteen. Dark long hair, dark eyes, pale skin. I had already described her. So, she hunted us like animals. We ran to the rooftop after the long chase. There, she killed Jessica and I found out that Chris was her brother. Her name is Miley. Her parents owned the place, but she killed them when she was still a kid. I killed Chris in self-defense. After that, I fought with Miley, but in the end she didn't kill me. I didn't know why exactly. She said I was like her. Then, she said that I don't have parents anymore. I fainted and woke up in the hospital."

Detective looked at his notebook, then at me. I was tired from this conversation. He faced me, raising his eyebrow and keeping the professional voice.

"Well, we found out that a couple owned a hotel and they were killed. The problem is that they didn't have children. Chris was a guest of the hotel and he didn't have a sister. He came from the New York City. We had never found Miley. We made a drawing of her, but she doesn't exist. No records of committed crimes, not even birth. She's not real. Your parents died in a car accident in the morning. They were coming to see you because we called them. If there was Miley, she couldn't come and kill them. There wasn't time. It was impossible!" every single word out of his mouth came like a knife to my heart. I watched him walk around the room, moving his hands in the air and showing something in his notebook.

He doesn't believe me, I thought in desperation.

Miley lied to me.

This was not happening.

"No, that can't be. She's real. She killed my family!" I almost screamed at him, just wanting him to realize that I was telling the truth here.

"This is what we think. You made the whole story up because you're a killer! We found your mobile at reception. The poor man was trying to call for help. You called the police later on your boyfriend's phone because you killed him and took his phone. Your fingerprints were there. You admitted you killed Chris, so we'll skip him. An axe was the weapon that killed Jessica. Your blood was on the weapon and on her. You made those cuts yourself. You're a killer. We have evidence! You cut out your father's car breaks. We found those in your bag. The hotel was burned, but you didn't hide the evidence so well. And you blow up the building. You let the gas out. There's nothing you can do. You're a killer", I couldn't believe it. Now I was a killer, too!

No, this couldn't be!

"I didn't kill them! It was Miley!" I screamed as my tears fell down, punching the table in front of me in desperation.

Two officers grabbed me by sides.

"Sorry, dear. Miley isn't real."

Author's Note:

 Ha, another twist. :)

Police now believe that Lindsey is the killer and they have evidence against her. They tell her that Miley does not exist.

What do you think? Is Miley real or Lindsey just invented her to cover her crimes? Who is the killer now? Miley or Lindsey?

The next chapter will be released today or tomorrow. Vote and comment.