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

18, An Intentionally False Statement.

lie.
/lʌɪ/
noun: lie; plural noun: lies
an intentionally false statement.

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With each step I take towards the truth, I'm taken 10 steps backwards in unraveling this mystery. And it's all because of Kylie's lies. This brought me to thinking, how many things in my life have I lied about? The number is infinite I'm sure.

How many lives have my lies costed?
Would I be where I am today if I didn't lie?
Why did I lie?
Was the lie worth it?
If I ended up dead. Murdered. Would my lies keep me from getting justice?

"Kelsie?", Mason asks me as he opens the door to see me standing on the other side, leaning against the door frame, "what are you doing here?"

"We need to talk"

"Sure, come on in", he says politely and I walk past him and sit on the couch in the lounge room

"Make yourself at home I guess", he jokes. I don't laugh though, there's nothing funny. Not to me. Not right now.

"Did you kill my sister?", I ask frantically. I figured, why beat around the bush? Why not just be straight forward?

He smiles nervously, "is this a joke?"

"Do I look like someone who has time to joke?"

He clears his throat, "No. no, I did not kill Kylie"

"You lied about what happened the night she died, you were the last person to see her alive and-oh-you threatened to kill her the night she was mysteriously murdered. Even if you didn't murder her, you at least have an idea of who did"

"Where is this coming from"

"That doesn't matter.", I say, "what happened Mason? What happened the night Kylie died?"

Mason's p.o.v
That Friday Night...
Every Friday night is the same for me. Nothing ever really changes. But to be quite honest, I'm fine with that.

I'm fine with the aimless drinking and crying of at the least, two girls each night. I'm fine with everyone dancing like they'd forgotten how to stand still. I'm fine with wasted blondes and brunettes trying to get me to cheat on my girlfriend. I'm fine with how everyone always wants me around with a huge grin painted on my face. I'm fine with being a part of the crowd where we all act the same, drink the same liquor, cheer at the same moment, do the same drugs and feel the same euphoria all at once.

I'm fine with it all because In that moment, there's a sense of unity. There's a feeling of freedom that I just don't feel in any other part of my life, what, being in a family where both my parents are never around.

So every Friday night, I put on my best smile and absolutely melt into the growing puddle of people that make up a Friday Night house party. And I feel...Fine.

"Hey, what time is it?", Kylie asks me nervously while she sits on my lap and I kiss the back of her arm softly

"Almost 11", I respond, "why? Do you suddenly have a curfew?"

"I just feel kind of sick."

That worries me.

"Want me to take you home?", I offer