Vixen's Revenge [COMPLETED]

Chapter 12

JENNA

I was taken to the interrogation room again. They sat me down

"So when were you planning to tell us about the fight you had with the victim?" Officer Hunt asked me.

"I didn't think it was important," I answered in a rude voice.
"Oh really?" he said in feigned surprise.
I nodded in response. "Can I have a lawyer?"

"Oh yes," officer Jack said, "yes you can"
"Okay," I sighed.

"But first tell me this Miss Byers," Officer Hunt began, "is your freedom important to you?"
I was confused by his question. "I don't understand what that has to do with this," I said.

"It has a lot to do with this, Jenna. Because you are about to lose your freedom if you don't tell us the truth," he told me plainly. "Unless of course you don't think that freedom is important," Hunt said in a monotone voice. He was using my words against me.

"That's not what I meant," I burst out.
"But you just said that telling us the truth was not important!" he barked at me.
Tears filled my eyes.
"Don't give me those dumb tears," he snapped. "Give me the truth now."

He was in such a bad mood. He wasn't like this at the party. It was like I was talking to a different person.
I finally gave in.

"We fought, that was all!" I cried. "I hated her, I really did, but I wouldn't kill her, I swear!"

"I don't believe you anymore," Officer Hunt said spitefully.
I just started crying more. "You know more than that," Officer Jack argued. "So tell us."

"Fine!" I yelled in frustration. "I know where she went after the fight."
This made Officer Hunt sit up in his metal seat. "Where did she go?" he asked.

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Friday night

JENNA

Luke dragged me into the house after the fight I had with Vixen. "Ugh! That girl makes me so mad!" I growled.
"Calm down," Luke sighed. "Just go downstairs and have a drink or something."

He left me standing by his kitchen counter and went off with his friends in the upstairs living room. I went to the basement and had a couple more drinks. Then I stormed upstairs and out of the house, telling everyone I was going to the bathroom.
But I was really going after that wretched girl.

I found a bike on the side of the house. I dusted it off and got on. I speedily rode all the way to the Kents' house. I stopped in their driveway. I was going to knock on their door when someone shouted, "she's not there."

I turned to the direction of the voice. It came from a window next door. A girl with glasses and brown hair was sitting by her bedroom window looking down at me.

"She just left again," the girl said.
"Who are you?" I asked. "I'm their neighbour," the girl responded.
Some pesky neighbour. Great.

"Do you know where she went," I asked the girl.
"No I don't. But she has this hideout,"
"Where is it?" I asked impatiently.
"It's a mile away," she told me. I banged my fist on the bike in frustration. That was so far.

"You want me to take you there?" The girl asked. "No," I said quickly. This was my revenge. I didn't want anyone else there. "You know the address?"

"Mm-hm. BRB," she quipped. She vanished into her room for a while. After some minutes she opened her main door and gave me a paper. "Here it is," she said.
"Thanks," I mumbled. "Be careful," the girl told me. "You go there at your own risk."