October 27, 2009
I HAVE HAD IT WITH THIS CASE! People just lie and lie, and then more lies! I just never get a friggin break! Every time I think I have it all figured out, something else pops out!
Well I talked to Stacey. If there's any word to describe her, it's slut. She's the biggest slut I've ever seen. Seriously, she looks pretty good for the murder. Then again, she doesn't seem smart enough to plan everything out so perfectly. But then again, no one does.
I've made a list of the suspects and I've written down a little about them:
James: suspicious, gotta keep an eye on him
Brandon: I just don't know... maybe he did do it.
Stacey: She's dumb. But dumb people can come up with smart ideas.
Levi: And smart people can come up with dumb ones...
Grace: She's diffidently broken up about the whole thing, but that sure as heck doesn't mean she didn't do it.
Mr. Kerr: He had sex with Aubrey, he's one who already could go to jail for rape.
Dillon: Don't know enough about her to say anything...yet.
I rang the doorbell.
The door opened and there stood Dillon.
"Perfect, just the girl I needed to talk to."
"I didn't do anything." she said cautiously.
"Hmm..." I hummed, looking at her closely, "We'll see." I said, motioning for her to step outside.
Dillon's mom came up behind her, "Is it alright if I-"
"Nope, this is a private conversation ma'am."
She nodded and closed the door behind Dillon.
Dillon had a confidence I couldn't explain, she didn't need to say she didn't do it, to get the message across.
"So why on earth do you think I did it?"
"You tell me."
Dillon sighed, "You know about the party don't you?"
"Yes the party." I said, having absolutely no idea what on earth she was talking about.
"So you know what I did."
"Yep." I said plainly.
"Okay, just because I made out with Brandon-doesn't mean nothing..."
I looked at her, "You're a little too young to be doing such things."
"What things? I made out with him and that's all I did."
"Oh but you were wanting to do more, till Aubrey saw you. Then she..." I looked closer, "She ran out. She ran away from you, and you ran after her and argued with her. Saying..." I took a deep breath, "You thought that you had just as much a right to Brandon as she did."
"Give me the details. The whole story. Get graphic if needed, anything helps."
"Okay, Brandon was drunk. He was falling into stuff. I walked over to him and started talking to him, and he was making me laugh. Then he fell onto me and we fell on the couch, then I started making out with him."
"And then..." I urged.
"Then I...started to unbutton his pants..." she said intensely, "NO! I didn't."
"But you were thinking about it..."
Dillon ignored me, "And then Aubrey saw, and she freaked. I just didn't get why she thought Brandon was all hers."
"What about Stacey?"
"She was makin out with some other dude."
"Interesting. So you argued with Aubrey, then you killed her, right?"
"No. I didn't..."
"But you sure as heck wanted to."
"You better believe it."
"Well Dillon, it's sad."
"You are, what? Fifteen?"
"You are too young to be making out-"
"Just shut up. My parents found out and grounded me till college. I don't need to hear it. They won't even let me leave the house. I'm lucky to be out on the front porch with you."
"Dillon, were you drunk too?"
"Yeah. I never would have pulled down his pants if I wasn't!"
"I bet you would have. Dillon, take my advice and go see a counselor." I said. I got up and left her sitting there, probably staring after me with hateful eyes.
I went to see Brandon.
"What?! Me and Dillon? No way! I'd never do that!"
"Sounds like Dillon was the only one really wanting it, you were drunk."
"I don't even remember the party, stupid!" Brandon shouted.
"Don't get angry Brandon."
"I WILL GET ANGRY! You are accusing me of killing the one girl who understood me! The one girl who I ever could care about. THE GIRL THAT I DUMPED BECAUSE OF MY REPUTATION! I'm a horrible person and I'm done! DONE! I will not believe that I did anything that makes me an even WORSE person!" Brandon began to sob, "Why'd she have to die? WHY?"
I put my hand on his shoulder, and he put his head on mine.
"I know what it's like..." I whispered.