Kylie Burklin's Killer [1st Draft: UNEDITED]

17, The Dangerously Jealous Type

"Well, you must be happy to see me here", says my mother as she sits across from me, dressed in khaki brown overalls. Her skin is pale and her lips are chapped. Her hair is un-neatly tied back into a low ponytail. It's safe to say, prison isn't treating her well.

"You actually think I enjoy seeing you in here?", I ask, "you may be a monster but you're still my mother. I wouldn't be in this world without you. I actually acknowledge that"

"You have every right to be mad at me but you have no right to lie. The police told my lawyer that someone anonymously handed in evidence working against me", she continues, "the evidence that I kept safely. Or should I say, the evidence that you stole from me and handed in to the police"

As bizarre as it may seem, I genuinely did not hand in the evidence to the police. As far as I know, the minute I got back from Echo Creek, watching my mom drive off into the unknown seated in the back of a police car with her wrists en-cuffed, I searched everywhere I could to find that little brown box and I couldn't. I simply could not. Believe it or not, I didn't hand in that evidence and I don't know who did.

"I know you didn't kill her, despite everything, I know that if you killed her, you being in here would feel right but for some reason, it doesn't.", I tell her, "I'm going to do everything I can to get you out of here but you need to be honest with me mom"

She seems hesitant.

"Why did you forge the autopsy?", I ask. Hoping desperately for the truth to finally be revealed

"I cant tell you", she sighs

"Then how am I supposed to trust you?"

"I'm not asking you to trust me. I did not kill Kylie. There's some things that are just better left unspoken"

I'm not sure I've ever been so frustrated in my entire life. Solving a murder is draining.

"I'm going to school.", I sling my bag over my shoulder then walk out of the building. When I walk into the parking lot, Trip is leaning against the front door of his car with his hands in his pockets, waiting to give me a ride to school.

He gives me a gentle kiss on my cheek before running over to the other side of the car and opening the door for me slide in and buckle up.

"How's she holding up?", he asks me as he starts the engine

"...she thinks I gave the cops the evidence. I'd never do that to her."

"Any idea who did? Maybe you left it with someone before you left over the weekend?"

I stayed quiet. I have nothing to say. Not right now.

"Do you think it could have been Ryder"

My eyes almost pop out of their sockets after I hear him say that. Is he actually accusing my own best friend of putting my mom in jail?

"Don't say that. She would never", I defend

"I'm not saying she killed Kylie or anything, well...I might be implying it.", he continues, "She wanted to hand in the evidence to begin with and besides, we're the only three people, excluding your mom, who knew about it"

He has a point. But no, she wouldn't steal something this crucial from me would she? My own best friend wouldn't steal something this crucial from me to try and put my mother in jail, WOULD SHE?

At this point, who's to say? Anything is possible in the game of life and death.

Trip and I walked along the school corridor hand in hand but for some reason, there wasn't much emotion coursing through me. At least not as usual. People stared and whispered, louder and louder they got, completely filling up my eardrums.