AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Skylar had texted me, like, a few days ago, and now, she was dead? Someone had straight-up murdered that annoying bitch and tried to pin it all on me. For what? Not answering her texts?
“Yes,” the nobody cop confirmed.
I pressed my lips together and stared at the ground. At least she was out of my hair.
“You don’t seem too sad about that,” the chief said, eyeing me carefully.
Truthfully, I wasn’t fucking sad about that. She had been annoying as fuck and way too needy, messed with my relationship with Vera, and always wanted to come over to have a good time. I hadn’t even liked her at all.
Dad cleared his throat. “We’re not commenting until we have our lawyer.”
“We’re taking him in for questioning,” the chief said, stepping toward me and snatching my right wrist. He yanked it behind my back so forcefully that my shoulder popped. “Your lawyer can meet him at the police station.”
“Get your fucking hands off me,” I growled, yanking myself away from him.
He snapped my wrists back, threw me onto the ground, and placed his knee on the back of my neck to keep me still. It wasn’t like the other cop didn’t have his gun already pointed straight at me. They could’ve fucking asked nicely.
After he forced my wrists behind my back, he snapped handcuffs around them. That fucker put all his weight on my spine for a couple seconds longer, like he wanted to break it, and then he finally shoved himself off me and grabbed my wrists.
They didn’t even let me scramble to my feet before they pulled me up and forced me toward the front door. If anyone had seen the police pull up to the house or a police car even in the driveway, they’d be peeking out from behind their curtains and see me leaving the house in cuffs.
Personally, I didn’t give a fuck. But my parents did.
“I didn’t fucking do anything!” I said between clenched teeth.
Once they shoved me into the backseat, they slipped into the car and drove me all the way to the police station. I followed them into the back and sat in an interrogation room, glaring at the chief, who sat quietly across from me.
Something wasn’t right.
Who the fuck is putting the blame on me?
A couple moments later, my father’s lawyer stepped into the room. It might’ve been past midnight, but this man had on his finest suit and a leather briefcase. I sat back on the cold metal chair and let out a long breath, knowing that this night would go on forever. These fuckers still hadn’t even undone my cuffs.
“I’d like to speak with my client alone,” he said.
After huffing, the chief stood up and walked out of the room.
My father’s lawyer sat in front of me and stared me down, as if he was trying to figure something out. Then, finally, he said, “You didn’t do it.”
“No shit, I didn’t do it,” I snapped. “How could you fucking tell?”
“Men who are guilty look nervous.”
“That was sarcasm, you fucking prick. Now, get me out of here.”
He blew out a deep breath and drew his tongue across his front teeth. “They suspect that the time of her death was mid-day Saturday. You were at the skatepark, then at the library. You have an alibi.”
“How’d you know I was—”
“Doesn’t matter. They’re trying to pin this on you for a reason.”
“Because my father can’t keep his dick in his pants.”
The lawyer hummed in agreement, and I fucking laughed because Dad must’ve given this man so many problems in the past. He’d probably suspected something like this would arise at one point or another.
When the door opened, we both shut the fuck up and looked over at the police chief.
“You had your time alone. Now, we have questions to ask you, Mr. Harleen. And we need you to be honest.”
