Jail Joker

Chapter 5

"They're coming here, Blake, aren't they?" I grabbed a hold of the towel tight, my anxiety reaching a whole new level.

"No." He said his voice barely a whisper. He cleared his throat before continuing. "They're probably just driving around. You of all people know they have nothing better to do."

Just as he finished the sentence, there was a loud bang at the front door.

I literally jumped in the air, my heart beating wildly. I grabbed a hold of Blake's arm, unsure of what to do. I didn't know what to do. All I wished was for someone to just take over, just to take control of the situation.

The cops already had it out for me. Any piece of evidence even linking me to the crime scene and they would be there like bloodhounds, set on making me the culprit.

The banging got louder and louder and even more persistent.

"Is anyone going to get the door or do I have to get up and get it?" Aya shouted from her bed.

"I got it." Blake broke out of my grip, fear clear in his eyes. "We can't not answer it." He told me, his shoulders slumping slightly.

I stayed where I was, shivering more from fear and anxiety than the wet towel that was wrapped around me.

A cold breeze blew through the apartment as Blake opened the door.

"Is Aya Cooper here?" A deep male voice asked. A voice that seemed fairly familiar.

I let out a relieved breath, one that I didn't even realize I was holding. Of course, they would come here, to see Aya. After all she was Phil's girlfriend. They'd have to ask her a few questions. Maybe they don't even know that I was there.

All I have to do is play it cool and it'll all be fine.

I quickly got dressed as I realized hiding in the bathroom probably wouldn't do any good at not being suspicious. 

Aya was just walking out of the room by the time I was coming out of the bathroom.

Oh God, she doesn't even know. I had forgotten that.

"Ms. Cooper is it alright if we come in and ask you a few questions."

I took a tentative look towards the door.

All I could see was a woman cop and I doubted she'd have such a deep voice so the other guy must be somewhere out of my view. Hiding, the bastard.

I hoped that the woman would be possibly one of the sympathetic nice ones instead of the bitches that I always came across.

The scowl on her face diminished all the hope I had.

Then out of nowhere, the guy cop appeared. It was Officer Brat.

"Alexis, what a pleasure to see you again." The old man cop that had interrogated me earlier stood in the doorway.

I groaned, I should have just stayed in the bathroom.

"Well hey, old man, I knew you couldn't get enough of me, you fucking pervert." I knew I shouldn't have said that, I probably shouldn't have even opened my mouth but I just couldn't help myself.

Blake cut me with a look as if to say what the hell was I playing at? I ignored him completely and sashayed my way over to the door.

I leaned against the door, blocking his way into the house. "What do you want Officer Brat?" My voice was completely cool and collected. It shocked me how calm I was acting.

"We're here to talk to Ms. Cooper, not you, and it’s Officer Pratt!" His eyes shot me daggers, this guy is really out for me.

"And we'll give you some privacy." Blake said from behind me, grabbing both my shoulders and pulling me away.

He led me to the bedroom. I could feel the anger emanating from him, but I was angry too. I was furious.

"Why the hell did you pull me away?" I growled through my teeth, trying to keep my voice low.

"Why the hell did I pull you away Alex?" He shouted exasperated. "What the hell were you doing?"

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I took a step back. "That cop knows me. If I walked out there all nice and shy he'd know there was something up."

He sighed frustrated. "Ya, well, you didn't have to antagonize the guy."

I could see his anger flaring up. He turned and punched the wall, taking the paint from it and splitting his knuckles.

"God, Alex, think about it, will you? If he finds anything that says you were there, he is going to pin the whole bloody murder on you, just because he hates you, not because he can prove you did it."

"It's going to happen anyway Blake." I knew that it would. My gut feeling was telling me and my gut feelings were never wrong. "So, I might as well go down fighting, huh?"