Milly's Wrath

{Part Twenty-Seven}

I woke up to the obsessive ringing of the doorbell, and the even more annoying knock of the front door. I wanted to ignore it, but it continued and continued ans continued, and eventually I felt like I was going to go crazy, so I got out of bed. I put on my robe to cover my night clothes, leaving my room and going down the stairs. Nicole and Rick weren't here, probably at work catching up on whatever work they missed trying to deal with me.

I opened the door, ready to curse out whoever it was, until I saw the police uniforms and badges. My heart faltered a beat, and my breathe hitched in my throat. What were they doing here? The one detective in the middle was the first to speak up.

"Is a Miss Autumn August here?" He asked, looking from my face to his notepad and back again.

"Whose asking?" I leaned against my door, brushing hair out of my face area.

"The Chicago Police Department. We just want to ask her a few questions, is she in?"

I couldn't lie to the police. That was an absolute no-no, and would only make them think I'm guilty about whatever it is they want. What do they want anyway? But inside, I already knew.

"I'm her." I answered. "Can I ask why you're here?"

"One night ago, around one, we received an anonymous call about a girl on Evans...may we come in to finish this? I don't think you want the neighbors to hear this, do you?" The first police officer asked.

"Come in." I opened the door wider, allowing them space to come in. I closed and locked the door back, leading them to the living room. After the introductions, which I paid no attention to, I asked,"So what were you saying?"

"We received a call about a girl, we went to the scene and found a girl, London Gonzalez, name sound

familiar?" It was the usual good cop bad cop routine we only though existed in movies as officer two spoke.

"We go to the same school , she's in my grade." I answered, trying to keep my voice even.

"I'll take it form here." The Detective said. "We went to the scene and found her severally beaten and left for pretty much dead...we got her to the hospital just in time, you were named a person of interest."

"Oh really?" I feigned surprise at the accusation, though I already knew that would be the case.

"What were your relations with the victim?"

"Do you want the full story or a shortened version?" I crossed my legs, already wishing they would just leave.

"Full would help more."

"Okay..." I quickly thought of the best way to tell the story, to not tell so much but enough to make me appear innocent. "At first, I had no idea who she even was. We traveled in different circles, I'm a dancer she's a cheerleader- different cliques no matter how similar they appear. So...I started dating my current boyfriend, whose apparently her ex, and she had issues with me for no reason. I have a bad temper, and she loved to push me, but it never really escalated until she tried to push me down the stairs a few weeks ago, and ever since then we just didn't talk. So enemy's sums us up."

"Okay...from other sources we hear something of a prank on Friday that she may have pulled?" His face told me he knew full well what happened, but was wondering if I would tell the truth or not.

"Oh, I have no doubt she made copies of my private case files and splashed them around school. I'm adopted, as you probably know, and I still don't even know what happened besides the fact my Mom was murdered, and that's all I bothered to look at with the papers. But I'm sure she did it."

"And how can you be sure about that?"

"Well...we usually never talk, but that day she was too nice,and then she just disappeared after the papers were thrown around the school. And this is high school...low bows are life."

"Where were you last night and the night before last?"

"I was here. My adoptive parents and I were arguing over this and I stayed locked in my room majority of the days..."

"Okay..last question, do you know of anyone who would want to hurt her? Yourself included."

"Honestly, a person like her has a lot of enemy's. And yeah, I want to fight her, but never do all of that. If you don't mind me asking, what were her injuries?"

"She has a few broken ribs, mild concussion, broken leg and might need surgery on her back. A black eye, busted lip, really bad condition." All three of them stood up in sync. The detective pulled a card out of my pocket, handing it to me. "Here's how to contact me in case you think of anything else to tell us."

It didn't dawn on me until he left the injury's he listed. I never did anything to damage her body per say, because all my hits were on the face. And when I looked at her, her nose was bleeding, but not her lip. And broken ribs? Those only come from access weight being pushed up them, in a fight case it's several kicks to the abdomen. I never did any of those. And a broken leg? Impossible from me.

I tried to remember if I heard Shelly leave behind me, but I didn't. And when I realized that, I also realized she set this up to be worse than it was.

And if anyone was going down- it would be me.