Wildest Dreams

Chapter 11

Y/n's POV:

I roll my eyes as Agent Hotchner waves pictures of dead bodies in front of my face. He has asked me repeatedly for the identities of these victims, and, as I told him repeatedly I denied involvement.

"With all due respect, sir, why the fuck am I here? I didn't kill anyone", I say, getting more frustrated by the minute.

"We have a reasonable suspicion that you killed these people. We have a team at your house right now looking for evidence, and if they find anything incriminating, we have grounds to try you for these murders."

I scoff and raise my eyebrows at the man. I look down at the table where my handcuffs are locked around the bar and tug on them, the sound of metal on metal echoing through the room.

"Why the hell am I in handcuffs? I supposedly poisoned these people, it's not like I strangled them to death with my bare hands", I spit.

"You need to calm down", he says.

"This is calm, and I don't give a shit."

Agent Prentiss opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by the ringing of Agent Hotchner's phone.

"Hotchner", he answers. He is quiet for a moment while he listens to the person on the other line. "Got it. Send it to the lab and get out of there."

He hangs up the phone and puts it face-down on the table. His jaw clenches and his eyes harden.

"Multiple bags of tan powder has been found at your house, and my team is sending it to the lab to be tested. The lab results will then be sent to the medical examiner to be compared. If there is a match between the substance found and the bodies, the DA will have no issue convicting you for these murders."

My mouth drops open and I am at a loss for words. There is no possible way they found anything. They have to be bluffing to get a confession out of me.

"You're lying", I say. "Your team didn't find anything, because there is nothing to find. I didn't kill anyone."

Hotchner turns to Prentiss and leans in close to her ear.

"Should we bring her in?", I hear him ask. She nods and stands from the table. She opens the door and beckons for someone to come into the room.

I glance at the man with the notebook and I notice that he is shaking slightly. Some agent he is.

My attention is brought to the doorway when I see my best friend walk in, only she is not in cuffs like I am. Her eyes are rimmed red like she had been crying for a long time, and she's wearing a jacket that isn't hers.

"Leora?", I ask as she sits across from me.

"How could you, Y/n?", she says, voice shaky.

"How could I what?"

"You killed them!", she cries.

"You honestly think I did this?"

"You've always been jealous of me. I've always had more than you and you have always hated me for it! I guess it was just a matter of time until you snapped. Everyone said you were crazy anyway, but I was your friend and didn't want to believe it."

I laugh humorlessly as I shake my head.

"You're the crazy one! Why would I kill your partners? I'm your best friend."

"Maybe because you're in love with me but I don't want you back?"

"Is that what this is about? That was months ago, and I'm over it now. You made a really deep cut, Leora, and it's going to take more than a bandaid to fix this", I say.

Leora pulls out her phone and slides it across the table to me. I look down at the lit screen and read the text message.

"Remember when you sent me this? That you'd hurt Betty if I didn't break up with her."

"What the fuck? I never sent you this!", I yell.

"This is your contact, isn't it?"

I reach as best as I can and tap the contact name to find that it was, in fact, my number. I glare at her and push the phone away.

"Yes, it's me but I never said that! You're lying!"

"Why did you kill my boyfriend?", she sobs.

"That's enough", Hotchner interjects, causing the man beside the table to jump slightly.

"I'm going to kill you!", I scream at Leora.

Agent Hotchner rushes around the table and holds my shoulders down on the chair. Prentiss shields Leora from me as if it were possible for me to attack her while being bound to the table and held down.

"I said that's enough!", he yells.

My chest heaves as I watch Agent Prentiss usher my former best friend out of the door, leaving me alone with Agent Hotchner and the other one.

"It's safe to say you'll be spending the night here", he says as he lets me go. He picks up his files from the table and swings open the door, letting it slam behind him.

I look over to the agent in the corner to find him already looking back at me, a blank expression on his face.

"Do you have any questions to ask me?", I ask bitterly.

He blinks quickly, coming back to reality. His brow furrows and he shakes his head. He stands up and closes his notebook quickly before he leaves the room as well.

Now I am left alone in an empty, cold interrogation room staring a life sentence in the face.