Avenge him

It Was Self Defense

Abbie's POV

There I sat. The place I never thought I would be. The air felt cold, like five below, even though I knew that couldn't be right. I saw my reflection in the one way window in front of me. I knew Megan and the chief were standing behind it. I just knew.

The handcuffs rub at my hands. This is insane. Self defense, that's all it was. She was coming at me! She fired the first shot. Right?

The whole thing made me boil. These people know me. They know I wouldn't do anything to kill someone.

While I am compiling my thoughts, a detective walks through the steal door. My eyebrow goes up as he sits in front of me.

"Hello Abigail," he says opening a file.

"Don't call me Abigail."

"That's your name."

"Don't. Call. Me. Abigail." I say respond harsher, staring him straight in the eye.

"Why not."

"My father called me Abigail. My father left my mother and I for a tramp when I was ten. So do not call me Abigail."

He looks a little confused I would tell him such information.

"Fine, Abbie. Where were you three hours ago."

"I think you know where I was three hours ago."

He cocks his head, obviously not used to the fact that some people don't like to cooperate. Megan then walks through the door.

She quietly walks over to the chair sitting beside him.

"Nice to see you too." I say a little irritated. She didn't say anything back.

"Abbie, what exactly happened when you were in Megan's apartment?"

"What's it to ya?"

"Abbie, please cooperate."

I look at the watch I have on my wrist. 1:30. I'm exhausted, and quite frankly, do not want to cooperate.

"Abbie, did you, or did you not murder Sasha."

"I'm not answering any questions until I have a lawyer present."

"Damn it Abbie," Megan whispers in a rough tone. "He is on our side, you just need to answer a few damn questions. And I'm not going to sit here and listen to you make trouble for yourself. I'm aware it is 1:30. I'm exhausted too.But that is not going to keep you from getting your ass thrown in jail! Now answer the damn questions!"

I'm taken aback. Megan has never talked so harsh to anyone in her life, especially not me.

"Fine, I'm sorry. I'll answer the questions." I say only half apologetic.

"Where were you three hours ago?"

"In Megan's apartment, tied to a chair."

He nods and writes the information down. "What happened after that?"

"Megan cut us free. Sasha started chasing me while Joycelyn held a knife at Megan. After I remembered I had my gun with me, I pulled it out and pointed it at Sasha. Megan picked up the other gun I had, and pointed it at Joycelyn. We went behind the kitchen counter. All of the sudden Sasha and Joycelyn pulled AKs on us. I started shooting randomly at Sasha. After I was finished I looked down. Sasha was dead."

When I'm done, I slump back in the chair. The room is silent except for the scribbling of the detective's pencil.

A few minutes pass before the detective stands up.

"We are placing you on house arrest until the trial in three days." He states before leaving the room.

Inhaling I let out a sigh.

"It's going to be fine Abbie."