The Boy Who Read Minds ✔️

54:\\ Levels

Aaron

"Do you recognize this girl?" She asked, sliding the photo toward me. The room we sat in was brightly lit with a strong fluorescent light above. It had bright white walls and wooden flooring, overly fancy for a precinct if you ask me, and a rectangular table surrounded by four chairs. Of which, I sat across from the detective.

"Yeah, that's my friend's sister, her name is Bailey Bloom." I said, looking at the image. It was a picture of her outside the school, standing beside my car. I wondered when it had been taken and why she was near my car.

"How would you say you're affiliated with her?" The detective asked, clearly gesturing to my car. I wondered if Bailey had done anything to my poor Linda, that green Toyota had taken me to so many places.

"I wouldn't say we're friends, more like acquaintances, kind of. I only ever talked to her when I went to Amy's house, she was always a little odd." I said, looking to meet the detectives eyes.

I can't tell if he's telling the truth.

"And Amy Bloom is her sister that you had a romantic relationship with?"

"I wouldn't say romantic, it was honestly more of a semi-platonic friendship, if I'm being honest." I said, hoping she'd understand what I meant without being too blunt.

How can a friendship even be semi-platonic? I tried not to laugh at her thoughts. She'd surely assume I did something if I burst out laughing out of nowhere. I knew my eyes looked amused though.

He doesn't look like someone who would stalk or even want to stalk anyone. I heard someone think, I wondered if it was the detective or someone behind the glass. So they brought me here because they think I've been stalking someone. Did they think I was stalking Bailey, because no. I wouldn't stalk anyone... except maybe Violet, but she likes me being around me, I hope.

"So you're saying you had no actual affiliation with Bailey." The detective raised an eyebrow as she watched me carefully.

If he glanced to the left before answering my question, he is lying. I decided to just look her straight in the eye.

"No, why would I? She was always busy with random guys anytime I was over at Amy's, I mainly avoided her if I'm being honest. She had this creepy vibe about her, like she was... I don't know how to describe it but if you ever met her, she comes across as... hungry?" I wasn't even sure if that was the correct way to describe it. When I thought of Bailey, I thought of chaos and those movies where something runs at you and scares the life out of you for no reason. Hungry, I guess that was a good way to describe her.

"Okay." The detective said, she snagged the photo away and slid a different picture toward me. "Do you know who this is?" She asked inquisitively.

My heart suddenly hurt for a second as the reality of the situation struck me. Ethan was gone... forever and there was no way of seeing him laughing with Amelia again or playing pranks on Violet.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat, feeling my eyes grow soggy as I stared at the image, "that's Violet's mom's boyfriend." I said. "His name's Ethan, he was usually around, pretty cool dude. I can't imagine why anyone would want to hurt him." My voice cracked as I felt a random tear stream down my cheek and wiped it quickly. "Rest in peace man," I whispered to the image.

"So you know already that he was the victim of a murder. How?" The detective asked, watching me carefully.

"Amy was there when her sister got arrested, she came to visit me and Violet after and told us about what happened and how she thinks her sister might've hurt him; she said she saw Bailey with blood around her mouth and hands and just some other crazy things." I said, unsure of if that was what actually she had said. She had said a lot of things, that's just what I had assumed I suppose.