Truth or Dare...

chapter II

Cierra's pov

Bang! His fist slammed against the table in fury.

"Answer me!"

"I already told you I don’t remember what happened. All I know is I woke, up ran to the, bathroom puked my guts out, and then found her like that."

he glared at me.

"And how did you not see her on your way to the bathroom? Mhhh?" there was an evil glint in his eye I did not like one bit. Also how dare he, how dare he accuse me of murdering my best friend? That fricking bitch.

"Because I was trying to focus on not puking in the hall. My mom just had the carpets cleaned you know." 

His smirk disappeared for half a second then returned on his face with so much confidence behind it, it could have made Britney Spears look shy.

"Why did you even have a drink to begin with? You are under age, you know that right?"

Oh shit! he knew he had something on me.

"Ya, I do know that and so did every other underage person at that party who had a drink.” I told him calmly hoping he didn’t see through the cocky façade I was putting on right then. “The reason I had a drink was because I wanted to have a life, and be a stick in the ass like you are.”

And with that his smirk disappeared off his face once more and reappeared on mine in full force. His face turned a cherry tomato red, and I could see the muscles in his jaw clench as he ground his teeth together, in order not to say anything he would regret. My sarcastic comments had defiantly just landed me a spot on his bad list, but what the hell did I care? He wasn’t Santa Claus, and I was also defiantly already on his bad list.

Just then some other cop with short brown hair and a slightly nervous expression, he had a major rookie vibe, came in and whispered something inaudible in my interrogator, chief of police's, ear.  The chief nodded looking more frustrated than ever. His face was turning even redder if that was possible.

"Looks like you alibi checks out. You’re clean and that means we're done here”, He told me in an almost unbelievable manner, and with that he got up unlocked my handcuffs and started towards the door. But not without adding, "for now..." in a grudging tone.

I just sat there stunned. Did he just say my 'alibi'? I didn’t even know I had one.

“Where were you at 2:00 am?”

“I don’t know.”

“Were you at the house?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Do you know anything useful?” The chief had practically screamed at me.

“Ya, I know one thing.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” His eye brows quirked slightly as he asked the question in an ‘as if’ tone.

“I know you defiantly need a breath mint.” Then I had burst into a fit of giggles the alcohol having not worn off yet.

I sighed as I got up and the tears started flowing again, a small part caused by frustration but mostly out of grief and anger. The whole ride here in the back of the squad car, I cried and screamed out in agony. I had made a feeble attempt to open the door so I could run back to my house and just sit there and cradle my best friend. Of course the door was locked, so I had just settled for pounding on the windows the whole ride to the station.  I couldn’t stand the big empty feeling inside of me. How could someone have just taken my heart and ripped it out?