Ch. 8

Merida arrived at their table only to see that Justin wasn't there.

"Where did Justin went?" Merida asked and sat in front of Nathan.

"He left... He's currently suspecting me of killing Timothy... and now also Jenny." Nathan said not caring about the information.

But he instantly regret it when he saw the sad look on Merida's eyes.

Nathan took his burger, "I'm not the only one he suspects though, he's just being cautious... Everyone at the party that day are possible suspects... not just us who are listed at the suspect list."

"I do understand that, but me too? His best friend?" She asked looking down sadly.

Nathan cannot say that Justin is avoiding her because of his own feelings. Because he wanted Justin to admit it himself.

He's not that petty to take Merida all to himself, he knows Merida is her own person.

That is why he didn't fought for his feelings when Merida chose Timothy, and the only regret he had was that he didn't made a move a little earlier than Timothy and confessed to her.

Timothy would've still be alive, and still an asshole.

And maybe end up dying either way.

"I don't really know since he didn't told me anything about you... Maybe he's really busy, it's just his first year. Plus he didn't really liked me." Nathan tried to comfort her.

She smiled softly at him, "Yeah... maybe he's just too busy, he still walked with me yesterday morning. Though the mood was really kind of off." She shrugged with that thought.

"Give him some more time." He assured and finished his burger.

And suddenly, Merida's phone rung indicating there's a call.

She looked at it and answered without even moving from her seat.

"Hey... Officer... Roy? Was it? Sorry I forgot... My mind was kinda been fuzzy on that day since I was so depressed... so... what did you... called me for?" Merida looked at Nathan who's silently asking why was the Detective calling her.

It took a moment for her to answer back, since the officer from the other line was probably enlightening her with the situation.

"That'll be no problem, I will arrive later after school. See you then Sir Adams." After that, she hung up the phone.

"What did the Detective want you for?" Nathan asked.

"He wants to interrogate me about Jenny. Maybe it was because she was dumped because of me... I still felt bad but Tim never loved her... or so he told me." She shrugged.

"I'll come with you." He smiled at her which she returned.

At the police station, where Roy Edward Adams's office is located. The said Detective was waiting for Paris West at the interrogation room.

At the agreed time they told to meet.

And so when Paris arrived, she was asked to surrender her belongings and follow the officer to the interrogation room.

She didn't mutter a word nor protests, but her mind is occupied with thoughts.

'What if I was set-up? I don't want to go to jail! I didn't killed Jenny! But we had an argument yesterday, they might use that to me... But it wasn't me who was on to–'

Her thoughts was cut off when she arrived the room and was asked to sit on the chair.

She never heard silence so loud before. And when Roy spoke a word, it seems deafening to her ears.

"Are you alright? Ms. West?" He asked because he noticed the fidgety move of her hand and the nervous look on her face.

"Y-Yes..." She stammered.

"Please relax as I'm only be asking you questions... and remember that you are innocent until proven guilty, would you like some water?" He tried to make the woman let loose.

She nodded and he obliged with taking a water from the dispenser.

"Are you ready to answer my questions?" Roy asked the middle-length blonde young woman.

After emptying her cup and taking a breath, she calmed down for a bit, "Yes..."

"So about you're fight with Jenny Morgan, what was it about?" Paris was baffled with the expected question.

But she only needed to say the truth, and the truth was she didn't killed Jenny nor Timothy.

She's trying to encourage herself by thinking that she must be confident. She didn't do anything wrong.

"Jenny accused me of jumping on top of Timothy before he even died... but she also accused me of the possibility that I killed him. But I can't do that, even though he did bad things I still want to live a decent life. He's the only one tainted it with his lies." Paris told Roy while she clenched her hands into a fist.

Roy noticed the frustration on the blonde woman. But he can't fall for that too easily.

Humans are full of lies, even the ones who proclaimed themselves pure, have told "white lies".

Roy cannot be too trusting for a Detective.

But he's frustrated as well when he realized that this vital information slipped from his grasp. Still he was glad to have his hands on it.

"So where were you last night at around midnight?" Roy looked at his notes then at Paris.

"I was already asleep, I'm not used to sleeping so late at night." Paris explained.

"Anyone who could prove that this statement was true?" He pushed.

But Paris suddenly got pale, "I-I live alone."

Roy didn't noticed the panic in Paris's eyes once again, and when he was about to ask a question. She suddenly stood up.

"It wasn't me! It wasn't me who killed Timothy! Nor the one who killed Jenny! I don't have the guts to kill anyone so ple—"

"Please sit and calm down Ms. West—"

"NO! NO! N—"

"Sir?" A police officer opened the door to the interrogation room making the two stop their commotion and look at him.

"We've found this on Paris West's belongings." The officer said showing a scalpel on a zip lock plastic bag.

Paris felt weakened, like all her world are crumbling down.

"That's not mine... I don't have that in my bag. I'm not a killer... I'm not a whore... I—" Paris continued to mutter nonsense as Roy approached him and was about to put handcuffs on her wrist.

But she backed away, "I thought I was innocent until proven guilty!? Why are you putting handcuffs on my wrists!? I already told you I'm not a killer!" She cried and pushed Roy away and approached the Police Officer by the door, only to snatch his gun from his side.

She went out of the room and pointed the gun to everyone, with a panicked and crying eyes.

"Put the gun down Ms. West and let's talk about it." Roy said calmly but he's starting to think that this might only be a chance for her to escape.

And Roy have this eyes of determination to capture the suspected woman.

"Y-You're doubting me..."

At the entrance of the Police Station, Nathan and Merida arrived only to be welcomed by the commotion.

"Paris?" Merida muttered shock and scared but it was snapped out by Nathan when he pulled her down to crouch.

"It's not safe just standing around like that, we also need to get away from here—"

"TIMOTHY FUCKING LIED TO ME! HE SAID HE'S THE ONLY ONE TO KEEP IT BECAUSE HE SAID HE LOVED ME! BUT NO! HE SPREAD IT TO THE WHOLE SCHOOL WHEN I ONLY... I only gave it to him because I loved him... And I think I still do but there's no reason for me to kill anyone... but here I am being ruined by dead people... I'm so tired... I don't want to do this anymore..." Paris removed the safety lock on the gun and before anyone knew it...

Her blood painted the floors.