Slumber Party Horrors

Putting Up With a Troubled Girl (Part 12)

Sam cried as she held Samuel's hand. He hand was limp and cold. It had been a while after she had finally gotten her foot fixed up. The doctors had told her it would be some time until it fully healed, but she wasn't concerned with her foot one bit. It was Samuel that occupied her thoughts.

"I'm going to need to take you down to the station for interrogation. You know that, right, Ms. Marque?" Officer Lake said, narrowing his eyes and head at Sam. He had his right arm propped up against the door to Samuel's room, blocking the entrance to the room.

Sam responded, "Yes, I am fully aware, but am I not allowed time to visit my brother? After all, he is the only male figure I have to look up to in my life now." She didn't even bother to look up at Officer Lake to respond to him. Ever since he had brought her to the hospital, she had caught vibes that he was looking at her as more than just a victim, and she didn't want to put up the impression she was helpless or interested in him.

"I understand that," Officer Lake nodded. "However, it is by law that I am to bring you down to the station to interrogate you."

"Is it really?"  Sam snapped. "The doctors said there is a high chance of him possibly dying any day now, and you want me to leave his side. Can't you just interrogate me here?"

"I would have to check in with the Chief," Officer Lake said, now tapping the tips of his left shoe on the shiny tile floor. His tapping almost seemed to mock the beeping of the heart monitor that Samuel was connected to, and Sam did not like it one bit. Officer Lake started to find it attractive that this girl was getting snobby with him, but he knew deep inside that he shouldn't tolerate how she was speaking to him. However, he knew the hurt and pain she was going through and that this would only be a phase for a little while.

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Officer Lake exited Samuel's hospital room, and shut the door behind him. The echo of the shutting door bounced down the empty hallway. It was almost as if the hospital was deserted. He took his cell phone off of the holster around his hips, and flipped it open. He typed in the number to the police chief with one of his fat, masculine fingers. 

"Hey, Chief Brown," Officer Lake called through his cell phone.

"What the hell is it?" Brown answered, annoyed. He was back at the station, looking over the reports made by the CSI team.

"Can I interrogate the girl here?" Officer Lake asked.

"What the fuck do you mean, 'interrogate here here?'" he said, almost screaming into his office phone.

"She doesn't want to leave her brother's side," Officer Lake explained, walking around up and down the hallway.

Brown shook his head. "She's troubled, isn't she?" he asked, sighing.

"She's more than troubled," Officer Lake said. "You couldn't peel that girl away from her brother's side if you tried. It's almost like someone bonded them together. However, I understand why. Her brother is the only male figure left in her life for her to look up to. Her dad was the victim in that murder case years ago."

"Which fuckin murder case?" Brown snapped back. "We handle hundreds of them each year."

"The one at the Marque house. Remember Stephen Marque? You know, that guy that struck the lotto a long while ago. He built the house this other murder happened at," Officer Lake explained.

"Oh, well shit the bed!" Brown shouted. "If that girl wants to keep her ass at the hospital beside her vegetable brother, then she sure as hell can. I'll send down the CSI evidence you can use a reference for the interrogation."

Officer Lake sighed. He was never a fan of interrogation outside of the police station. He didn't feel as in his element when he was stationed anywhere else then under a bright light in a dark room.

"Thanks, Chief," he said, flipping his phone off and putting it back in his holster.

With annoyance stuck in his head, he walked back to Samuel's hospital room and knocked on the door. 

Sam opened the door, and when Officer Lake looked down at Sam, he noticed something particular about her appearance. 

Sam's nose was running with mucus, and her eyes were puffy as tears had fallen down her face. 

"He's dead," she said, looking back at her brother. She struggled to speak, she was so shaken up.

The heart monitor next to Samuel had drawn a flat line. 

Officer Lake didn't even need to to think before he screamed down the hallway. "NURSE, WE'VE GOT A FLAT LINE!"