Here's my new fanfic, Feat!
Chapter One
Jenny Evans pulled herself up from the cool feeling water into the hot damn air, her red hair weighing itself against her back; she turned to grab the blue towel on her chair. The boom box next to her chair was blaring loudly even through the tiny headphones that were attached to it, and some distant breeze was bringing static to the music. Jenny sat down on the plastic chair and let the sun drown her in rays.
Jenny turned to stare at the water was cool and blue, she focused her green eyes on the screen door to the kitchen where was her best friend Alexandra? She said she only had to go in for a quick second to the bathroom.
Jenny stared on and finally made her mind up on the fact that thirty-minutes was definitely more than a quick second.
Jenny grabbed her gym shorts and slipped them on, then she put on her blue sandals before pushing open the screen door.
Jenny glanced into the kitchen first, then into the living room… the first thing Jenny saw was the window to the right opened, and the lamp and end table in front of were sloppily pushed aside. Jenny’s heart started racing.
“Alex?” She blinked twice, and heard no answer. Where was Alex?
“Alex!” She yelled rather angrily and worried, she pulled her feet and started to the stairs, and she gasped; there on the third step of the stairs was a blood stain, could it be blood? No, she thought, maybe one of Joey’s stupid jokes and spilled paint on the carpet, Jenny walked up the fourth step; and then she heard a jolt as she saw a man dressed in black throw open the coat closet and race toward the front door. Jenny turned around and she jumped over the stair railing as her instincts kicked in and she raced after the black figure.
The man struggled with the locks on the door, and Jenny grabbed the opportunity as he turned his head and her hands grabbed his scalp and she slammed his face on the door. Then the man went limp, and his weight felt against her and she tripped on the floor, she pushed his body of her and thought quickly, then she looked at the coat closet door, she raced to the closet and searched the long heavy jackets. Then she felt the steel feel of the handcuffs and she took them out and cuffed one of the man’s hands, then she looked around, she spotted the railing of the stairs and dragged his body to it. She slipped his hand around it and then she handcuffed the other hand, then she raced up the stairs.
“Alex!” She yelled, “Where the hell are you?”
And there, the door was open to the bathroom, and her heart stopped, there on the floor of the opened door was Alex, her hair over her face.
“Alex?” She knelt down next to her and removed her hair from her face, Alex? But the answer to her thought didn’t come, because Alex’s eyes were closed, and her cheeks were cold too. “Alex!” She sobbed as she turned her over and she gasped and dropped her, she put her hand to her mouth and a salty taste came to her, and she screamed and looked in the mirror, there on her hands and face was blood. She raced to her parents’ bedroom and grabbed the phone.
“Nine One-One what is the case of your emergency?”
“My-my best friend, she’s on the floor, and she’s dead! And there’s a man downstairs, and he’s handcuffed to the stairs, but Alex, she’s not breathing! And she’s cold—”
“Calm down, now what is your name?”
“Um, I’m, Jennifer Evans, I live on 32 Williams—”
“What is your friend’s name?”
“Um, Alexandra, Villegas, Alexandra Villegas—”
“Now calm down, check is the man downstairs still there?” The voice was calmed, and it didn’t seem to understand that Alex was dead. But she followed the voices’ instructions.
“Yes, the man is still unconscious, he’s stuck to the stairs, I told you!”
“Why is he unconscious?” Asked the voice.
“Because, I saw him, and I attacked him, and he fainted, he’s just laying there—”
“The police should be there any minute—”
And just on cue, there was a noise at the door.
“Police! Open up!”
But Jenny was scared, instead she dropped the phone and sat next to Alex, she heard the pounding, and soon enough the door was charged open.
“Police!” She heard the word over and over, police, police.
“I’m—I’m up here,” She barely whispered, but then she saw the face of a young man poke from the stairs.
“Hi….”
Jenny sat down, they’d say that they would be with her in a minute, where the hell where they?
It had been five hours since she had found Alex, and everyone was freaking out, the minute she saw her dad he hugged her and told her to calm down, that everything would be okay, that even if it didn’t seem so, that it would.
“Hello Ms. Evans,” Jenny looked up and saw a man in his early thirties looking much worn out.
“I’m Detective Bens, how are you today?”
Jenny didn’t answer his questions; instead she stared down at her hands, what was the matter with him? Why would he ask her how she is that day? Does he want to know…? Does he really want to know that her insides are shattered, that her head as a huge cloud around it, that every time she stood up her stomach growled? No, she wasn’t going to tell him, she’d just keep her mouth shut and answer his awful questions.
“So tell me, what were you doing today, you and Alexandra?” The man asked her.
“I was swimming in my back yard, practicing for school, I’m on the swim team,” She said, and she began to realize that the swim team didn’t matter, nothing mattered, and nothing will ever matter anymore.
“Was Alexandra swimming too?” He asked her.
“No, Alex was getting a tan, she—she’s obsessed with getting tans, she’s always thinking she’s too pale,” Jenny drowned on.
“What was Alex doing anything else?” The man asked her again.
“She was listening to music, with her headphones on, I was underwater a lot, I didn’t bother her and she wouldn’t bother me, but even so, she can’t bother me, she’s my best friend—”
“When did Alex go inside the house?” Bens asked again.
“When I came up for breathe and asked her what time it was, then she checked and told me it was two thirty, and she went inside so she could pull her hair up so she could tan her back.,” She heard herself say.
“And when did you notice that she wasn’t back?” the Detective said.
“When I did about ten laps after wards, I got up because I was tired, not because she wasn’t back; I figured she probably had sat inside to watch TV or something.”
“And what did you do when you got out of the pool?”
“I said down on the beach chairs, I waited for a minute or two before going inside to look for her—”
“What was the first thing you did when you went inside?”
“I—I didn’t do anything, at first I just looked in the kitchen for her, then I noticed that the window in the living room was opened, and I knew something was wrong—”
“How did you know something was wrong?” The man said sharply.
“Our house has air central, it’s always cool inside, we always try to keep the windows closed so the cool air doesn’t exit the house, that way it stays co—”
“What did you do next?”
“I called for her, and she didn’t answer—obviously—and then I was going up the stairs and I saw blood on the carpet, so I stopped, and then the guy tried to leave the room, and that’s when I went after him, I saw him having problems with the locks on the door, so I grabbed his head and I bounced it on the door.” She stopped, she didn’t know why he hadn’t interrupted, but she didn’t want to talk anymore unless she had to.
“That’s when you cuffed his hands to the railing right?” the Detective asked.
“Yeah, then I went upstairs, to the bathroom, and I found Alex, then I called the police,” She said.
“When the police came what did you do?” The detective asked her.
“I sat next to Alex.”
“What happened next?”
“They took her, and they called my parents, and then my parents came, and my little brother Joey came home from practice, and then the police started questioning me, just asking me if I was okay, if he tried to hurt me, or—”
“That’s enough, I don’t need anymore information,” The man said, and he closed his notebook, and dipped his hand in his pocket and she heard the click of something.
“Thank you, but that’s it, the questions are over, come now, your parents are waiting for you outside,” The detective told her and he stood up and she did too, then he opened the door for her and she saw her parents waiting for her.
Then her parents started talking to the detective, she didn’t bother listening, because something had caught her eye, in a cell in the other side of the busy and noisy room was a man with a black sweater and black pants looking straight at her. She saw on his forehead a little clean bruise, and he was looking angry, but then a little sad. She thought of Alex, and why this man would harm her, why did he have to hurt Alex? She sighed and then her mother put her arm around her, and they started walking towards the door, she didn’t look at either of her parents, she wondered where Joey was.
