Halloween House Party (7)

Chapter 7:

“And here I thought I couldn’t get you to scream that loud again.”

My brain can’t process what I’m seeing, who’s fucking sitting right in front of me at the same table. A very much alive Sly, and the most demonic smirk he’s ever flashed my way, vampire fangs and all. “Hey little psycho, do I get that hug now?”

“Buuttt you’re…ddddead!”

He tugs on the leather jacket he’s wearing, checking himself with a shrug. The clothes all the same, not a spec of blood on them. “No, I’d say I’m very much not dead Quinn. You feeling, okay?”

“You were dead” I hiss, the anger returning full force, I may have been shocked to have found him dead, but I’d be lying to say I wasn’t happy about it.

“I can see you still need some time to process” he says standing, getting ready to leave. “So, I’ll just come back later, and we can talk then.”

“No! Fuck you” I try to go follow after him before remembering too late about the damn handcuffs connecting me to the desk forcing me back to sit. “Fuck!”

Rattling my chains again, now outraged, pissed and utterly confused I tug as hard as I can getting even more frustrated just as the door opens to reveal the officers.

“Stanton, listen to me! Sly’s not dead, he was just here. Which means maybe Cas isn’t dead either.”

They look to each other as Reeves places a kiddie meal in front of me and a large plastic cup of carbonated water, which is most likely sprite. “Kid, I understand this is very hard to come to terms with, but your girlfriend is dead.” I hate that tone of voice he’s using, like I’m some child that needs to understand Santa or the Tooth Fairy aren’t real.

“No!” I scream as loud as I can, my voice cracking at the pitch. “She can’t be. If he’s not dead, then she’s not dead, it’s the only thing that makes any fucking sense.”

Slowly Stanton pulls out the chair and sits, the manila folder once more stationed in the middle of us; Reeves huddled in the corner, looking as bored as ever, ready to toss my ass in a cell. “Quinn, take a breath, eat something and then you can tell us about what happened.”

“I just told you” I bite back before hearing the whine in my voice, hating the sound.

“Eat” she demands stopping any further protests.

Defeated I hang my head reaching for the burger in my meal. “None of this makes sense” I mutter to myself between bites.

“Why don’t we get the paperwork out of the way before we get to your statement.”

I swallow my bite, trying to force down the nerves in the same gulp. “What does that include” I say around my mouthful of greasy burger and cheese.

“Nothing too complicated, confirmation of information mostly.”

Flashing a quick smile, I munch down a handful of fries not wishing to speak all that much. “Wetsss get thss opher wiff.”

“Why bother going easy on her” Reeves cuts in, slamming down a seat sitting backwards, those tattoo sleeves staring at me over the back of the chair. “I say let’s turn up the heat and see how long it takes for her to crack.”

My eyes go wide, searching the room for the supposed tape recording all of this. "But the—"

“We haven’t turned it back on yet" he finishes my thought. "All of this is off the record.”

Stepping over to me, he leans down, as I try to keep the distance. "You can't..."

“I can do whatever I want to get you to talk, and no one would know.” Sliding a finger down my face, skin feeling cold with the touch I can barely breathe. "Not like they'd believe a fucking word you say anyway."

I look to his partner, who’s busy flipping through the files of the folder to care that I'm being threatened. “Uh hello?”

“If you tell us what we want to know, this all goes over much smoother.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now. “I want a lawyer” I bite back, Reeves’ smile sending a shiver down my spine.

“Sorry, you waved that right back at the house.” Did I? “Better start talking kid.”

My mind is so hazy I can’t recall what I did or said at this point, lips parting as I struggle to think back to when I had my first encounter with these asshole cops. “No, wait! I don’t think I did. I couldn't have.” Biting my lip I keep trying to wrack my brain, but everything's just too hazy, I can't remember shit!

His evil grin just grows. “We have it recorded on our body cams, wanna see?”

My head is spinning, I have to close my eyes, to regain focus, two fingers on each temple messaging out the ache of forgotten memory. Deep breaths in and out, heart pounding so hard it’s all I can hear in my ears. “I can’t remember, I don’t know what I did. Fuck, what did I do? What did I do?” Tears drip down my face as I put my all into trying to remember what happened the past couple of hours.

“You ready to talk to us now Quinn?” Stanton’s hands folded on the table, patiently waiting as I turn to her if only to be free of Reeves’ death stare.

“All right fine" I whisper through my sobs. "I’ll tell you what happened at the party."