Ducky Love

Chapter 12: Interrogation and the Truth

Squid's POV

The police officer wanted to talk to Sqaishey. Sqaishey alone. Surely she doesn't know about my true identity... She can't.

I pace the kitchen, waiting for the police officer to finish with Sqaishey. And when she does, I hear something that frightens me.

"Mr. Spencer?" the police officer calls me in to the living room.

"Sit down." She says.

It's a bit weird that she's inviting me to sit in my own home, but I don't complain.

"Where were you at 8:20pm on the 20th of November?"

"At work." I lie.

"Ok. I just think it's a bit weird that at 7:40pm, the apartment security camera picked up footage of you rushing into the apartment and not coming out at all during the time up to the phone call we had from your friend, Beth." she says, but you can just hear a little bit of sarcasm in her voice.

I stay silent.

"Well, we found your DNA in the room, in a bit of blood. Have you cut yourself on anything recently?"

"Um, yeah." I say, not lying, but hoping that it will be fine.

"Also, you have been suspected by someone."

Beth. Beth knew. For how long, I don't know but she knows I'm not David.

She knows I am John.

"We have the evidence we need, and your punishment will be decided at court later this week. You will be sent a letter with more information. Thank you for your time." she says, and walks out of the room.

Sqaishey's POV

I sit with Stampy and talk, trying to be happy, but I just can't handle it.

David is John. I have tuberculosis.

There's basically nothing to be happy about right now.

I hear footsteps come into the room.

It's David, but he narrows my eyes.

He knows that I know he's John.

"Can I speak with Sqaishey for a minute?" David says.

I follow him into his bedroom and face him.

I see his hand go towards my face. Then I see black.

"Sqaishey!" I hear faintly. I still have my eyes closed, but I can hear the voice.

I force my eyelids to open. It's Stampy, kneeling over me, a worried look on his face.

"Sqaishey! What happened?!" Stampy almost yells at me.

"David. He is the reason your bedroom is like that. He... He will try to kill you." I say.

Stampy puts a tissue to my head. I must have got hit pretty bad.

"Is it bad?" I ask.

"You won't need stitches, but it's pretty heavy bleeding." Stampy says.

I try to sit up, and when I do I feel dizzy.

"Lay down, Sqaishey." Stampy says.

I lay back down and close my eyes. I feel Stampy put his arms around me and he carries me bridal style into my bed.

"Goodnight, little ducky." Stampy says, before pecking me on the forehead.

Then, I fall asleep.

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I wake to the sound of birds chirping at the window and I smile.

Then I see Stampy.

He puts a tray on my lap. "Breakfast in Bed." He says cheekily.

"Is it a special occasion?" I ask, smiling.

"Does it have to be a special occasion for me to make my little Sqaishey breakfast in bed?" he replies.

I take some food and start to eat.

"Oh, and here's a letter from someone."

I take the envelope. It's two letters, one rather old and one is more recent.

I read the recent one first.

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To Beth,

I hope you're having a wonderful holiday with Stampy. But Katie's mother found something while she was moving a few days ago. She let me share it with you as long as you remember to send it back.

From your loving mother.

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Katie was my friend that commited suicide because of John. I open the letter.

To my sweet Bethy,

I'm sure you are reading this after my death. But I want to make sure my death is remembered in the right way.

I am writing this at 8:55pm on the 8th of June; the night I died, and am shaking so bad.

According to John, he is going to come and murder me in 5 minutes. I don't think he's lying. If he doesn't, you will never get this message.

Anyway, John called me words that no one could ever forgive him for. And a few weeks ago, he came into my room one night and...

Well, I found out I am pregnant last night. Yeah, and so John bullied me.

It's 8:59 now. I think I can hear footsteps.

I just caught sight of him coming up the stairs.

Your loving friend, Kati~~~~~

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I'm holding onto Stampy so hard, he'll probably lose circulation.

And I am sobbing into his shirt.

I stand up with revenge in my eyes.

John will pay for this.

He murdered my best friend. He wants to kill my boyfriend.

He won't get away with this.