The Skater Girls

Yes Officer. No Officer

Hannah's P.O.V

"You understand why you're here?" A tall black man in a suit sat on the opposite side of the table, arms folded, a cup of black coffee wafting in the air next to him.

I shook my head. I had no idea why I was here. I didn't murder anyone, nor would I ever intend to.

"So by shaking your head, you mean to say you don't know why you're here?" The man asked, raising his eyebrows curiously at me.

"No officer." I said, my voice hoarse and dry.

The officer sighed through his nose and looked at me sympathetically. "Hannah, I am no officer. I am your lawyer. I'm on your side, here to help you. I just need you to tell me what happened."

"How can you expect me to know what happened to Michelle, one minute we were talking and then the next she was gone." 

"So you were with Michelle before she disappeared?" 

Fuck sake, you weren't supposed to tell him that.

"Hannah, why were you at the hospital after hours? Did you manage to break in? If so, that's a criminal o-." 

"Yes I know, it's a fucking criminal offence. I gathered that before I did it." 

"So why did you do it?" The man looked at me with a tilted head. 

I tucked my chair in closer, looked around the room cautiously and answered with a low voice. 

"I went to tell her that... I was sorry and wanted to be her friend." 

What a load of bullshit.

"You broke into a hospital after hours, committed a criminal offence just to tell her that?" My lawyer wasn't buying it.

I hesitated, looking around again. 

"Hannah, there are no secret cameras, it's just you and me." He said quietly. 

"Then why are you whispering?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "You can't fool me, I've binged watched Brooklyn-Nine-Nine and Suits so I know how this thing works. Somewhere there is a mirror where other police officers are standing around - looking at us." 

The man laughed, a shelf of pearly white teeth on show. "That's true for some rooms. But not this one. Let's try again shall we. Why did you go and meet Michelle? What were you there to tell her that was so important?" 

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Hazel's P.O.V

"Who took the last Pepperoni slice? That was my slice, fucking bitch." 

"You're name wasn't on it Danielle, so I took it," Ellie shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her soda. 

"Well then, I guess I'll have to take the last Krispy Kreme doughnut," Danielle lunged for the box in the middle of the carpet, hands diving for the last glazed bundle of sugar. 

"Don't you dar-." 

But it was too late. Hannah, I mean Danielle had already ate half of it, her saliva covering the other half still in her hand.

We were all having a sleepover at Zoey's, our first since we heard of Hannah's arrest. The living room was dimly lit with scented candles, and we were just about to put a second movie on. 'Girls Trip.' 

"I still don't understand why we can't watch a horror movie." Grace moaned quietly in the corner.

"You know Grace, you're the shyest in the group, and yet you are obsessed with the most scary movies I've ever seen in my life. What the hell is wrong with you?" Hannah. I mean Ellie commented, staring weirdly at Grace who was stuffing popcorn into her mouth. 

"You don't know the real me..." she began, eyes squinting mysteriously. I laughed, as well as the others. 

"What the hell is there to know? Basic bitch." 

**************

Hannah's P.O.V

"Okay, so let's cut to the basics. You're telling me that you believe a man in a black hood is out to get you?" 

We'd been in this stinking room for at least 10 days. Okay, 10 days was an overstatement. But still, 2 hours was enough. I think it was time for me to go home.

"You're making it sound like I'm some kind of psycho bitch that's watched Pretty Little Liars 5 times over." I said. I've watched it seven times over, but he doesn't need to know that. 

He coughed lightly, chuckling. "I have daughters, two of them. They've watched that show nearly 10 times - it sounds a lot like Pretty Little Liars to me, Hannah." 

I rolled my eyes at him. 10 bloody times over, what, did he want competition or something? "Well, it wasn't just one man in a black hoodie. There were multiple of them... I think?" 

"That sounds even more like PLL to me." 

Oh, so you know the abbreviations too? Cheeky bastard. 

"Look, you're not taking this seriously!" I cried, feeling the frustration escaping my ears in smoke. 

"Okay, okay." He said, grabbing his pen and writing notes down on a piece of paper. 

I looked over and tried to read what he was writing from upside down. 

"Hey, that says psycho!" I said glaring at him. "You think I'm a fucking psycho?" 

He hesitated, and then slowly forced an innocent smile. "Ummm...Yes. Yes I do." 

"Well then," I huffed, slumping back on my chair in defeat. "You're a damn good lawyer. You know me well." 

*************

Hazel's P.O.V

"We're out of popcorn, dibs on not getting the refill!" I shouted over the tv. 

"Dibs." 

"Double dibs." 

"Ellie you don't say double dibs babe, it's just dibs." Zoey said, shaking her head. 

"Quadruple dibs." Ellie replied-

"Wait but that... You're not making sense." 

"I'll get it," Grace said, picking up the empty bowl and walking out the room. 

"The popcorn is in the second drawer to your right babe!" Zoey yelled. 

"I know... I've been here many times before Zoey." 

"Can you rewind the film please, I missed the part where she's talking to that guy." Danielle whined, trying to grab the remote.

I got to it first and pressed the rewind button, but before I could press play a piercing scream erupted from the kitchen...

Danielle was the first to jump up off the sofa and run out the room. The rest of us followed, hearts all probably jumping out our chests. 

"Grace, what's wrong?" I called in frantic panic. 

But she didn't need to speak. When we entered the kitchen she stood frozen, mouth agape in horror. A sinister sound could have erupted through the air, cause the blood splattered across the floor, the cupboards, the kitchen windows – was something out of a horror movie. 

"What the fuck happened." Zoey said, her voice a disturbed whisper. 

"I don't know, it was like this when I came in here." Grace was on the verge of crying.

Ellie ran towards the front door, Zoey following her. 

"It's locked. How can someone have got in here if the fucking front door is locked?" Ellie asked, looking around frantically for any sign of entry. 

"This isn't fucking happening again is it?" I cried. 

"Well, look around Hazel. I think it is."