Forgetting Archer ✔

Chapter 2

"Miss. Steele, do you know this person?" Detective Bray asked with an intimidating look while he slid a large picture over to me.

Without taking my eyes off him, I held the picture in my hand then averted my eyes to study it.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw the face of the guy that tormented me since the first day at high school. Tommy Ford.

He was standing next to a beat-up truck with his hands in his pocket in a big pair of jeans pants, a grey t-shirt, and white shoes. His blonde hair was messy and his fat face was round with freckles all over it and had on its signature scowl. I hated him so much.

The big fat bully.

Gee not even in the pictures he smiled.

"Yes," I briefly replied sliding the picture back over to him not wanting to look at it any longer.

"Have you associated with him before?" He asked.

"A lot," I scoffed.

"Like how? Good friends?" 

"Anything but. That guy has been tormenting me since the day he saw me," I confessed.

"Hmm, So you chopped him into pieces and dumped him into Crystal Lake?" The man aggressively accused slamming his hand down on the table making me jerk in shock.

"Excuse me?" I backfired in surprise.

"Come on Bray, you're scaring the poor girl," Detective Mia, his partner, angrily pushed him away from before me.

They started arguing and I zoned out.

Tommy's dead? And they thought I killed him. This is very strange. Just a few weeks ago Anna Jenkins was found dead hanging from a tree in the back of the school the day after she posted a pic of me covered in the sauce she dropped on me. Bruises and cuts all over her body and a message that says, 'do not bully' written in blood on her stomach clearly showing she was murdered.

For days, my schoolmates were giving me weird stares and I know they thought I killed her but the police said the hand marks were of a man so they forgot thinking it was me and I was grateful.

And now Tommy's dead right after he shoved me in the same Crystal Lake at a bonfire last night. What are people going to think now?! That I'm the leader of some mafia sending my men out to do my dirty work?

"Debbie, hi. Can I ask you a few questions?" Mia asked and I nodded slowly. "Did you and Tommy have any form of history? Or background?"

I never told anyone that I was being bullied by anyone. And right now I was fully set on blurting out everything to these two because I would love to be excluded from this case ASAP.

"When I first came into town when I was five, I met Tommy at the park. I was sitting in with my parents and he was with his dad, he saw how we were and immediately hated me. I never knew why but then I found out that his mother died and he was jealous.

"We coincidentally attended the same high school and he started to bully me ever since. Hurting me, calling me names, destroying my things, basically anything that would result in pain to me," I finished with tears welling up in my eyes. I looked up in the white ceiling of the police station hoping gravity will push back my tears. Seconds later I looked back down at Detective Mia.