Mini Foley- Back- book2

24. This ones about me

If we're looking through possible suspects and murderers, as crazy as it sounds, I had to be looked at. Of course I did. I have the ingredients of that killer coctail. I'm angry, I'm hated, I wasn't raised in a good environment and I felt distant from the rest of the world.

The question was, could I kill? I don't know the answer to that question and I don't want to. Because I'm afraid of it. I'm afraid of myself, of my anger. I don't know what I could do and it scares me.

Needless to say, I wasn't surprised when I was bought into the sheriffs office again. I stared into Diaz's eyes, it made me completely uncomfortable.

"I've asked before but I want to make sure it lines up, where were you the night of the Homecomming game?" He asked, looking down at a pile of papers. I sighed and leaned back on my chair "I was at my drug addiction meeting." I answered, crossing my arms. He nodded to himself "Right, well, we questioned a few people from your group and they all said they didn't see you. So I'll ask again. Where were you?" He repeated.

I cursed under my breath "Fine, yeah, I was there. I was at the game supporting my brother. I ran into the crowd when everything went crazy but I swear I didn't see Bryce." I admitted. He nodded again and smiled "Why would you lie? How do I know you're telling me the truth?" He questioned.

I looked around the room "I was with my ex boyfriend after the fight." I said quietly. He chuckled "And who is this ex boyfriend? What were you two doing?" He asked as if he couldn't already imagine. I went red, did I really need to tell him.

"His name is Montgomery De La Cruz...and we were...having sex...all night." I embarrassingly told him, wanting the world to swallow me up. He raised his eyebrows "The De La Cruz kid? He's in here a lot." He laughed.

"We'll question him later. What can you tell me about that night you saw Bryce at a party? We have you on video, saying 'you've touched a lot of girls' after pushing him to the ground." He told me and I face palmed. I'd forgotten about that. Shit. "I was drunk and he'd said shit about my brother, I got angry." I stated, scoffing slightly.
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"Again? You've got to be fucking kidding me." Justin groaned, annoyed they had me in the sheriffs office again. "I know, Look I'll see you soon, love you." I said before ending the call. I walked into the school and made my way through the crowded halls.

I found Clay and smiled at him "Ignore the stares, don't let anyone see you freak out." I told him. He shook his head. "Is this what you go through...everyday?" He asked. I nodded.

"It got worse after the scar, people stare and whisper... and then pretend like they're not. You get used to it I guess." I replied. He was shakey, I could tell he was scared. I looked down at his hand and took my own from my bag strap. I held his hand to comfort him, keeping close.

He didn't seem to mind, either that or he was too awkward to let go. We got to his locker and my hand was still in his. I slowly took it away so he could easily get things out. "You're a really good hand holder, why haven't I held your hand before?" I smiled, he smiled a little bit back. It gave me hope.

Ani approached us, her eyes wandering to me. "Ignore the chatter." She stated. I rolled my eyes, the bitch stole my line. "It's pretty loud." Clay seemed pissed off at her, he had reason.

"Angie, hey Angie!" I heard someone call and I turned around to see Monty. I rolled my eyes and smiled, walking to the other side of the hallway to speak to him. "What do you want?" I questioned.

"Sheriff Diaz told me that you said we were together at the homecomming game, are we just comming clean about it now?" He asked and I nodded. "Might aswell just let people know that you were shouting my name." I replied with a cheeky grin.

He smirked "Keep telling yourself that baby." He joked, hugging me gently. "Angie, you ready?" Clay called and I turned. I ran to Clay and held out my hand "Let's do this thing." I chirped, walking off with him to his class.
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Flashback

"Football will be great for you!" I chimed in, throwing another grape into the metal can. The two boys looked at me, confused as to why I was so good at throwing things. "I'm not that guy anymore." Justin stated, throwing a grape and missing.

I snorted out a laugh "Shit aim." I mumbled, getting a hit on the arm from Justin. "You're not what guy? The guy who needs brotherhood and fellowship in his life? The guy who needs to rebuild his once althetic body?" Zach joked, making me smile.

"Correct, I'm non of those guys." He answered. I rolled my eyes and threw another grape, landing it in the can again. "Dude." Zach sighed.
"Dude." Justin copied.
"Dudes!" I chuckled, eating a grape.

The outhouse door opend and clay walked in "What the hell?" He questioned, staring at us throwing grapes. "Are you throwing grapes all over my bed?" He added. I smirked and kept throwing them. "Well, it's the international Semi-Finale grape throwing competition." Zach confessed, making me snort out a laugh.

"What are you even doing here?" Clay responded, a serious look on his face. "I'm not leaving until Justin agrees to play football this year!" Zach spoke, putting a grape in my mouth. "He thinks it'll be good for me." Justin mumbled, rolling his eyes.

"It would, wouldn't it?" Clays brows furrowed, not understanding why Justin wouldn't play football. "Holy shit, Clay actually agrees with me!" Zach laughed, hitting Justin's arm. Justin grunted as if he was disgusted by the idea, throwing another grape.

"Hey, stop fucking throwing grapes on my bed." Clay snapped, soon being attacked by flying grapes to his body and face. "Go play outside!" He shouted, the three of us getting up and running out.

"You're cleaning this up!" Clay continued. I jumped on Justin's back "Nope!" We all said together.
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"Seth, I'm sorry okay! Jesus!" I shouted, pushing him off of me. He pulled a gun from his pocket, it clicked and he was close to pulling the trigger. "I hope the fuck you are, Kid. You give me back my money or I'll blow your brains out. I wonder how pretty that face will look once it's splattered on my walls!" He threatened back, shooting up.

I flinched as he did so, guns always scared me. He left me to cry and shake in the alley, laughing at me as I did so. I felt weak because of him. He made me weak.

"I'll meet you after school- Holy shit, Angie?"

A comforting yet worried voice came close to me, warm arms finding thier way around my body. "Are you okay?" They asked but I couldn't answer, I just hugged them tightly. "It's gonna be okay babygirl." They cooed, repeating little things like that to calm me.

We got to his car and I was still upset, curling into a ball in the front seat. "Monty." I mumbled to myself, his name was even calming. He took me to his house and hugged me in his room until I fell alseep, he played with my hair the whole time.

I realise now that neither one of us was able to kill somebody. No matter what, I know Monty could never kill.

A/n
Hey babies, just checking up on you. Have you drunk water today? Have you eaten? Did you get out of bed? If you did then I'm so proud of you! If you didn't, I still love you and encourage that you do!! Any predictions for the next chapter? 👀