Demons From The Past

Chapter 2: Accusation

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My love for you was bullet proof,

But in the end.

You were the one who shot me.

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|Nate|

"I didn't kill her!" I shouted angrily for what seemed like the hundredth time.

To say I was pissed would have been an understatement. They'd dragged me out of my apartment without even giving me a proper explanation of any sorts. I'd been sitting here in this cramped up interrogation room for the past two hours. These idiot cops were getting on my nerves. They kept asking me pointless questions, making me repeat myself over and over again.

The door burst open and a middle-aged stern looking man walked in.

"I'll take it from here boys." He ordered.

The two police officers who'd been interrogating me seemed beyond relieved.

"He's all yours detective. Good luck with this one." One of the police officers declared as they both scurried out of the room.

The man took a seat right across from me.

"I'm Detective Miller." He introduced himself casually.

I gave him a blank look.

"I'd introduce myself too but I assume you already know everything about me."

The detective laughed, waving off my bitter tone.

"You can call me John if that makes you more comfortable."

I just continued to glower at him.

"Come on Nate, be reasonable. You cooperating would make things a lot easier for the both of us."

"I've already told those two officers everything I know." I grit out.

"Why don't you tell it to me again?" The detective countered.

When I didn't respond, he sighed. "Look, an innocent girl was shot and killed in a highly secure apartment complex last night. I'm trying to figure out how that happened. If you just tell me what you know it would save both of us a lot of time and energy."

I ran a hand through my hair in exasperation. I really just wanted to get out of this place and go home.

"My friend Marcus and I found the girl when we were heading to a party"

"Where was this party exactly?"

"Marcus's cousin Ian's house, I don't know the exact address but it's down on Cedar Street."

"Okay, continue." He encouraged.

"Like I said, we found the girl in one of the alleyways in the back. She was in pretty bad shape, almost passed out."

"Was she drunk?"

"I'm not sure, that's what I assumed at that time." I admitted.

"Tell me what happened next Nate?" He asked.

"I couldn't just leave her in the middle of the street, so I drove her home. She was still unconscious so I had to carry her to her apartment, the receptionist had already given me the key so I unlocked the door and put her on the sofa. I left her apartment immediately after that, I don't know what happened next. All I know is that I didn't kill her!" I spat out.