Simon Death High (9 page)

“So, you're saying he's here for Adam?”
Linda gasped.

“Well, when some of the jocks were
questioned by the detectives last week, Adam somehow disappeared.
He'd been hanging out with them for the last five months. That's
when he began floating around to different cliques. Susie, was on
the dance team...rumor is, she was dating Adam—”

Linda jumped as she heard a loud knock on
the door. She pushed Hannah to answer it, but Hannah said no as she
realized it was Adam at the door. “I'm not answering it!”

He knocked again, this time more forcefully.
“Hey, Linda!”

“What if it's him?” Linda whispered. “What
if he's the murderer.”

“Just say you're naked and getting ready to
take a shower,” Hannah said.

“Yeah, like that would stop him.”

Adam continued to knock, “I just wanted to
let you guys know that we are going to roast some marshmallows out
in the woods in ten minutes. You guys are welcomed to join!” he
shouted and then walked back to his motel room.

“We need to tell Tyler what you know,” Linda
said.

“He knows already,” Hannah said. “If he's a
detective, he knows everything.”

There was another knock on the door, and the
girls realized that it was just Michael. Hannah hurried to open the
door and Michael came storming inside.

“Hey girls,” he said as he sat on the bed.
“Ew, I hope this bed doesn't have bed bugs. That would be
gross—”

“I thought you guys were going to roast
marshmallows?” Linda said.

“Who?” Michael said.

“You all!”

“Not me. I think Lucy went with Adam—”

“Is she crazy?” Linda said. “Why is she with
him?”

“What is going on?” Michael said. “I'm out
the loop again!”

“Adam is apparently a major suspect,” Linda
said. “Why did Tyler allow him to come along with us?”

“Maybe because Tyler knows, duh!” Hannah
said. “It was his idea to make us all come. If it weren't for
Tyler, you would be alone with Adam right now.”

“You guys really think he would do something
like that?” Michael laughed. “He's way too cute, plus, I think he's
gay.”

Linda rolled her eyes and put her boots on,
“I'm going to go get Lucy and make her come back to the motel with
us.”

“I'll go with you,” Hannah said as she put
her furry boots on.

Michael sighed as the two girls arm-locked
and walked outside. He locked the motel door behind them, afraid of
any person in sight—however, there were no people.

Linda walked swiftly as Hannah felt like she
was being dragged along. “Where are they?”

Hannah began to sniff like she were a police
dog, “Just try to smell the marshmallows.”

“I can't smell anything but dirt and
trees.”

Hannah covered Linda’s mouth as she heard
Lucy laughing. It was an odd sound because Lucy hardly laughed. She
was the type of girl that when she thought something was funny she
wouldn't laugh loudly aloud. She would just say, “That's
funny.”

Linda pulled Hannah behind a huge tree and
peaked their heads and saw Lucy and Adam. “What are they doing
together? I hope they are not planning to get back together.”

“I can't tell,” Hannah said as she narrowed
her eyes.

Lucy began unraveling what seemed like a
wire. “Why are you even here? You're mine!”

Adam cleared his throat, “Lucy, not this
again. Just stop being like this. Linda and Hannah are just my
friends.”

“Hannah is a bitch. She knows way too much,”
Lucy said. “Linda too.”

Adam pushed Lucy away as she tried to kiss
him, “Can you just stop it—”

“What was that?” Lucy said.

“I think it's just a bird,” Adam said as he
leaned in again.

Linda gasped and Adam turned his head
quickly in her direction. He couldn't see her but he knew she was
there. Her heart felt as if it were about to explode out of her
chest as they stayed silent. Within a blink of an eye, Hannah
hurried and ran back to the motel as silently as she could. Linda
hurried behind her and soon caught up with her.

“Oh my god!” Hannah screamed as she ran back
into the motel for Michael. “M, put some shoes on we have to
go!”

“What? What is going on?” Michael said as
his heart began to race, knowing something was wrong.

Hannah searched the room for her cell phone,
just to realize she had no service. “Let's just go!”

Linda ran into the motel room where Tyler
was sleeping and jumped on the bed trying to wake him up. “TYLER!
Tyler!” she screamed as she shook him. “Oh no!” She turned Tyler on
his side and white foamed came out his mouth. “They drugged
him!”

She screamed as she heard footsteps enter
the room, thinking it was Adam, but it was Hannah. Hannah shook her
head to leave him and she pulled Linda to leave. “We need to go
now,” Hannah cried. “Before they come back!”

“I don't have the car keys,” Linda said as
she quickly searched Adam's jacket.

“Let's just run,” Hannah said.

“Okay, but whatever you do Hannah, just keep
running because I’m not stopping,” Linda whispered to only her and
it made her wonder why.

“I think we should drive—”

“Just fuck it!” Michael said and they all
ran out the motel room and out the opposite way they came into the
dark shadows of the night.

They continued to run for ten minutes until
they were only surrounded by trees. As they stopped, Linda
continued to run, leaving Hannah and Michael behind.

Linda began to breathe normally again as she
spotted streets and ran to the busy train station where people were
trying to leave town. She stood at the end of the line that wrapped
around the corner and waited, looking over her shoulders every
second. She waited for twenty minutes until she finally was up
next.

As Linda left the ticket window, her eye's
grew large as she witnessed five police officers walking toward her
as she put her train ticket in her pocket. Her eyes were busy, as
she looked to see who they were coming for. She pointed at herself
and dropped her wallet.

“You're under arrest,” said a police.

Linda didn't say anything but she knew a
reason why she would be arrested. She never thought she would be
arrested for something like this. She would much rather be on
television arrested for public drinking or something silly—not a
murder investigation.

She would have villain on her forehead for
the rest of her life. No man would ever want to marry her, unless
he was a creepy guy who married prison women—but she wouldn't be
interested. And she would not be able to find a job, but why would
she care—she would be in prison until she was ninety.

Random people stared at Linda, as she was
put into the police car as if she were the most horrible person in
the world. As if she were nothing but trash—but she knew she wasn't
trash—she knew she wasn't dirt. They probably thought she was a
runaway kid—she hoped that—anything but a murderer.

It seemed to take no time at all to get back
to Simon. As they turned the corner, Linda stuck her head down as
it seemed like the whole town and media was outside the Simon
police station. She tried to catch her breath as she saw her life
flash before her eyes—it was a short life.

The police roughed her up as he pulled her
out the police car. For a tiny girl, she was stronger than many
would think as she held her body back. He tugged on her again this
time with all his force and she fell to her knees. She would regret
that later when a huge scar would be there.

As Linda walked into the police station, she
looked right into Adam and Lucy's lifeless eyes. The cop took off
the handcuffs from her wrist and sat her next to them. She twitched
as she didn't want to look at them. They were really the last
people she wanted to see at that moment. She would rather see Dr.
Smith's feet at that moment.

Lucy, who was dressed in a faux fur jacket
and boots, put her cold hands on Linda’s arm, “It's not what you
think!” She began to cry, and tried to get Linda to make eye
contact.

Linda shoved her away. “Shut up and leave me
alone,” she cried. “Where is Hannah and Michael? Are they okay?
What did you do to them?”

As if he were being spoken to, Adam turned
to them. “You didn't know?” he said, as he began to cry like a
baby. “Hannah was killed two hours ago.”

Trying to hold her emotions in, Linda
gasped, “What? You guys killed her?”

“We didn't kill her!” Lucy said. “I don't
know how she died!”

“You're a liar!”

Lucy lifted up her shirt, to expose her
round belly, “I'm pregnant,” she paused and pointed to Adam, “I
didn't want to tell you, but we are going to work things out
now.”

Linda rolled her eyes, “I'm so confused; my
head hurts—there is way too much to gather in.” She stared at Adam
who was emotionless, almost as if he weren't there. “What does this
have to do with Hannah?”

The gang stiffened up as Tyler walked over
to them. He looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks as he rubbed his
chin, “Don't look too shocked. I ate some spoiled fish, so when I
heard you guys running, I came looking for you guys. I'm sorry you
guys. I feel like a failure not knowing this whole time.”

“Not knowing what?” Adam said.

“About the murderer,” he snapped. “We know
who it is and he was right there in front of me every day.”

“Adam?” Linda mumbled and pointed at him.
“It's him?”

“No!” Adam snapped. “It wasn't me. I
swear!”

Tyler pulled out a photo of Michael Rose
from his folder and handed it to them, “Before he moved here, he
lived in California where is mother tried to kill him. He went nuts
some say, and he's had a history of violence. He would be the last
person to expect to do such a terrible thing.”

“But, he's my best friend,” Linda cried and
she shook her head to reality. “He would never do such a thing.
Plus, that doesn't even make sense. Michael grew up in Idaho.”

“He's also a murderer,” Tyler said.

“No, no, you said he grew up in
California...that's a lie. And his mother never tried to kill
him...she died in a car accident,” Linda added.

“No, you're wrong...he's a murderer,” Tyler
snapped. “Just listen to me.”

“But why? Why is he killing all these people
from our high school?” Linda said. “Yourstory doesn't add up.
You're not making sense.”

“I'm not sure what his intentions are, but
he's dangerous and he's still loose.”

Lucy began to laugh, “You think we believe
you? Michael didn't kill Hannah.”

“He did too and you guys know about it,”
Tyler said. “So, speak now.”

“I bet Hannah isn't even dead,” Lucy mocked.
“You're just trying to make us crack.”

Linda agreed and whispered, “Michael is too
much of a baby...he doesn't even like talking about people.”

Tyler rolled his eyes, angry that he didn't
put a good enough story together. “We are going to take all you
guys into interrogation to ask you some questions. This case is
still not done yet,” Tyler said. “We promise we will keep you guys
safe.”

Tyler nodded for Lucy to come into
questioning first. Since she couldn't shut up, he expected her to
say the lease. The chatterboxes always said the lease because they
knew their rights.

She dragged her feet into the dark room and
sat at the end of the table. She had seen many law shows and knew
that one of the walls was a window and someone had to be watching
her. The last time she was in an interrogation room was for
punching a woman at the mall when she was twelve. It was actually
the same room, she smiled at the
wonderful
memories.

She lifted her heavy hair and flipped it to
her right side. She tried to control her trembling hands as Tyler
stood over her. She didn't know why she was so shaky, considering
she didn't do anything wrong. As if she didn't know her age, she
counted on her fingers how old she was—still seventeen—still a
minor.

Creepy Tyler clapped his hands, snapping her
back to reality. He looked at her, barely noticing she hardly ever
blinks like a normal person. Then again, what was normal. He just
found it odd that he never noticed that before. “Hannah is dead,”
Tyler snapped. “Who did it?”

“Um, you said Michael did it,” Lucy
whispered as she didn't make eye contact with him. She could feel
him reading her body language. She was no idiot when it came to
reading people—she knew probably just as much as he did—probably
even more.

“Well, I lied,” Tyler said.

“What, so Hannah is still alive? I knew
it.”

“Who did it?” he shouted. “All fingers are
pointing to your clique. Someone from your clique is the murderer
and it's not Michael!”

“I need a lawyer,” Lucy said, with her wide
eyes staring at him. “I cannot say anything else without a
lawyer.”

“A lawyer?” he laughed. “Do you have
something to hide?”

“I'm seventeen.”

Lucy stayed silent and kicked the leg of the
table. She folded her arms and stared up at the ceiling. Even
though, she wasn't looking at him, she felt as though he was still
staring at her. Tensely, she stood up and walked toward the
door.

“I cannot believe this crap,” Tyler muttered
as he led her out the room. He handed her off to another detective,
where they dragged her into another room.

Tyler pointed at Linda, who was sitting on
the floor with her legs crossed. She jumped to her feet and slowly
walked into the interrogation room.

With her arms folded, she tapped her foot on
the floor. “Can I have a jacket. It's cold in here.”

Tyler tugged at his hair, “Just sit down,
Linda!”

Afraid like always when she was in messy
situations, she obeyed and sat down. As she felt her panties
rising, she put her head down on the table and closed her eyes.
“Please, let me go home. My dad is probably worried sick about
me!”