Vixen's Revenge [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3

JENNA

The officer didn't say I'm under arrest, right? This is just a bad dream, an illusion created by the hangover. That's what this is.

I kept trying to convince myself that this wasn't real, but how could I when I could feel the cold metal clamping down on my wrist? The officer's hand on my back, leading me outside? The piercing stares from my friends?

Each stare held a different story behind their eyes. Some said pity, others said grief and disbelief. Most seemed mortified and shocked.

They looked at me like they didn't even know me. Like I was some sort of vicious criminal. Even my best friends moved away when I walked through the crowd of people in Luke's living room. I couldn't believe that they thought I was capable of something like this.

The one who should be in handcuffs is that witch Vixen. She's the reckless one. She's the messed up one, not me. But no one seemed to remember that as I got pushed into the police car and driven to the station.

They took my statement and Luke's and took me to the holding cells. I sat down on the makeshift bed in there. Silent tears flowed down my face.

How would I explain this to my parents when they got back from their trip? And Bryce? Have they already contacted him? I should have listened to him. He'll be so mad when he finds out what happened tonight.

I didn't do it. I might have been drunk, but I'm sure I didn't do it. I'm not capable of killing someone!

Vixen didn't even stay at the party. She left minutes after I got there. Wait...
Like an old memory, what happened came back to me.

I literally went crazy in my cell.
"I DIDN'T DO IT! PLEEEASE LISTEN TO ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The warden tried to silence me, but I kept yelling until an officer came to me.

"What the heck is wrong with you!" the officer barked. He was not the one from the house. This guy was taller and well built. He had mean–looking eyes and a little stubble on his face. He didn't seem as calm and collected as the other policeman.

I shrunk back, but I still managed to speak. "I forgot to write something in my statement." I said in a small voice.
"What is it?" he asked sharply.
"Vixen wasn't at the party. I saw her leave. I couldn't have killed her because I never left."

"Really? Then how did she get to the backyard?" the officer asked, clearly not convinced. "I don't know. All I know is that I was at the party the whole time. And a lot of people can attest to that," I said confidently and folded my hands across my chest.

"Well...," the officer began.
"Well what?" I asked impatiently.

"I don't care."

"What do you mean? I have alibis, what more do you need?" I wailed.
The officer just snickered lightly. He got closer, "No one saw her leave but you," he whispered, and he started to walk away.

Panic rose within me. He was right; no one saw her leave.

"No, no, NO! Listen to me, I'M INNOCENT! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE! COME BACK! LISTEN TO ME...,"

"Just shut up!" He yelled back.
Suddenly there was a commotion at the front desk. A girl forced her way to the back and appeared in the holding cell area.

"She's telling the truth, officer," the girl said.

Standing there was the last person I would expect to defend me.
It was Lynn Kent.

She went up to the officer, unfazed by his terrifying appearance. "Vixen came home early, and she left at eleven after a fight with my parents," Lynn said. "She was angry at Luke, so I don't think she went back to the party. So can you just let Jenna go?" she asked rudely. She was acting so much like her sister. It was kind of weird, because Lynn is usually prudent and soft spoken.

The officer, who was way taller, looked down at her. "She could've gone back to the party, how would you know?" he fired back at her. He clearly didn't like it when he was challenged. He looked down at Lynn the same way you'd look at a roach you wanted to squash.

But Lynn didn't seem to notice
She shrugged and put on a expressionless face. "I was at the party," she said plainly.

"You were at my party?" Luke soon appeared at the back. He didn't look happy. "Yeah, I was,"
Lynn shrugged again. "You got a problem with that?" Luke shook his head in disbelief. "You weren't even invited!" he exclaimed.
"Neither was Vixen," Lynn said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I just went there to look for her, and she wasn't there. Which proves she wasn't at the party before she was found dead. So let Jenna go."

The officer must have been irritated, because his face went red. "Until there's physical proof to clear her, she goes NOWHERE!" The officer yelled angrily. His sudden outbursts made everyone flinch.
Everyone except Lynn.

"Oh officer, c'mon!" she said in that 'stating the obvious' tone she's been using all night.
"Do you really think I came here without physical evidence?"

She pulled out a file from her blue mini backpack. She removed some pictures from it and put it on the table behind her.

"These are pictures of my sister when I found her. My friend took them while I was going hysterical and told me I might need them later. I thought he was being a weird jerk, but obviously the police here are so incompetent…"

I heard the cop curse under his breath. The nice officer had come to the back now. He picked the photos up and started studying them. Lynn explained the pictures.

"In the pictures, you'll notice that my sister has many bruises all over her body," Lynn began, "which show that the assailant inflicted injuries before he killed her, because the bruises she has are from defense."

"Also, my sister's dress was in shambles. And Vixen was a rebel, but she wouldn't ever wear something that torn." The nice officer must have agreed with her, because he was nodding.

"Now a picture can prove this, but my sister smelled like lemon and lime soap. But a picture can prove that she uses a rose-scented bathing soap. Which means–"

"She didn't shower at home," Luke completed. Lynn nodded strongly.

"Or someone cleaned her after killing her," she concluded. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"There's only one wanted criminal who assaults his victims, kills them, and then cleans them up to erase all the evidence."

Everything went silent.

Then the mean officer ran to the front desk and picked up a phone. The other one ran off with the pictures.

I couldn't think straight all of a sudden. My heart stopped beating. I was breathing too fast. The world started to spin around me. I hated Vixen Kent, but I would never want her to end like this. Even she didn't deserve it.

The officers were going crazy, running around the station like their hairs were on fire, trying to confirm what Lynn just suggested. I wanted her to be wrong. I didn't care anymore about being released. I wished from the bottom of my heart that it wasn't true.

But then the officer who had been so unpleasant before came round the corner, and told the guard to open me up. I walked out, dread increasing within me by the second.

The nice officer appeared at the back again. He looked at us pitifully, and he confirmed our worst fears with one, slow nod.

Lynn shuddered. Luke balled his fist. Vixen's parents had probably arrived, because I heard a woman wailing in the waiting area out front.
I felt like I was going to be sick for the millionth time tonight.

With all the evidence, there was no doubt about it.

Vixen was killed by The Phantom.