Daddy's Little Mistress

Chapter 17

"Girl...I hope you know what you're going to do with that body 'cause third period is almost over and you haven't budge an inch." Zoey reminded me casually as she chewed on her finger nails without a care in the world.

In all honesty, I was feeling quite uneasy. The crow bar was still stuck in the middle of Gloria's forehead and she was just laying there, her lips pale and stiff, showering in her own blood. Tiny branches of veins started stretching in her popped out eyes sending chills throughout my body, suddenly turning my legs into jelly.

"Was she dead?"

"I wasn't trying to kill her".

"I wasn't. I swear!" I argued to myself.

"For the last time Zoey, she's not dead! She just passed out like anyone would be after being hit in the head, alright?" I said.

"Uh-huh?...look at her Lyrika! She's not even breathing!" Zoey freaked.

"Okay, listen...we need to clean this blood up before anyone walks up in here." I reassured us.

"We?" Zoey asked grabbing her chess dramatically.

"Yes. 'We'." I said getting annoyed, "You're in this too, girl."

"Oh my god, the bell's going to ring any minute now, Lyrika. You need to hide this body." Zoey said.

"I really don't think she's dead though." I said.

"Lyrika, why can't you just accept the fact that you just killed somebody? Huh? You killed her! She's dead! That's it! It's over!" Zoey snapped, "Now, it's up to you to find out what you're going to do with her. And rather she's dead or not, she can't stay here. Throw her in a ditch somewhere 'cause she ain't staying here!"

I looked at Zoey shocked and confused. Did she just switched up on me? This was not the girl I met a month ago. She agreed to help me do this and now she was switching up on me? Trying to exclude herself from this situation? Uh-uh...no one switched up on me and if she knew what was good for, she'd better watch her mouth.

"Well, honey, just to remind you..." I said with a smile plastered on my face, "You agreed to help me do this. So if you think you could just leave like you've got nothing to do with this, that's not going to happen. I swear to God, you're f*****g with the wrong b***h!" I threatened.

She opened her mouth ready to rebuttal, but after taking a look at Gloria on the floor she shut her jaw.

"Look, all I'm saying is that you took this too far. You just killed a girl over some pitty drama, drama that wasn't worth someone losing their life-"

"Here you go with the preaching again" I interrupted her rolling my eyes, "If I wanted to hear preaching I would have went to church for that, okay? But right now your two cents ain't helping...So shut up."

Zoey gasped but soon my attention was turned to the sounds of a far away heel tapping on the floor.

"Someone's coming!" Zoey whispered.

I looked around in desperate need for a place to hide.

Shit.

Why must I always be in this situation?

The sound grew louder. Every tap sending shock signals through my brain. Fight or flight? Flight! At this point, I can't risk hurting anyone else. There was absolutely no where to go. Yeah, I could hide in a stall but the door was only big enough to hide my torso, but leave out my feet. It would've been obviously that someone had already seen Gloria's body and was hiding because they were guilty.

Why would someone who'd just seen a dead body hide instead of running or screaming bloody murder?

Exactly.

Before I knew it the door swung open and my head shot up like a dear caught in headlights.

It was Mrs. Jones, an old veteran teacher full of sass and short brunette hair that was always tied up in a bun. She moved her classes to the bridge of her nose and stared me over the top of her lenses as she was making sure she saw clearly.

"What is all this foolishness going on in here stopping me from teaching my class? All that screaming, what for?" Mrs. Jones asked with a hand on her hip.

"Like- I don't know either...aye, Zoey, what was all of that foolishness going on in here when we came in?" I turned around only to find the spot where Zoey was standing empty.

"Good Lord!" Mrs.Jones gasped, "What happened to the poor girl?"

"Oh-Who? Her?" I asked pointing at the lifeless body on the floor, "See, we just came here and found her like this."

"Who's 'we'?" Mrs.Jones asked.

"Me and Zoey." I said.

Mrs. Jones studied the entire bathroom and eventually flashed me a suspicious look as she stuck a hand out waiting for elaboration.

She glanced at me,then at the lifeless Gloria, then at my bloody finger tips. She did this over and over again making a different face expression every time. The more she did this, the more pieces she put together to solve the puzzle.

"Look, I can explain. It's not what it looks like..." I said.

Mrs. Jones just shook her head as I talked letting me know that she wasn't having any of it.

I groaned throwing my head back in defeat. My full attention quickly turned to the half opened Air Conditioning vent in the ceiling. I scoffed in disbelief as I watched the last of Zoey's foot disappearing into the dark vent.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

2 hours later...

"What exactly did you see, Mrs. Jones?" Officer Burns asked clicking on his pen getting ready to write on his note pad.

"At first I heard screaming and crying and shouting..." Mrs. Jones answered exaggerating the situation with her body language which seemed to convince the officer very well.

The lady made me pissed. She was making me look worse than I'd already looked.

"Sir-" I said holding up a finger in objection.

"Ma'am, remain silent!" The officer reminded me.

"It was so loud that it was disturbing my learning environment which I cherish very much..." She said.

I scoffed at her.

"b***h, please". I thought.

"Then, I went in the bathroom and all I saw was one of my best star students laying on the floor, dead!" Mrs.Jones exaggerated the "dead" part by grabbing her chest dramatically.

"You really took drama class in high school, didn't you?" I mumbled.

"Ma'am?" The officer warned.

"And then..." She continued, "She tried to convince me telling me that she found Gloria like that, and a girl that was with her name Zariah saw it too."

"Zoey." I groaned correcting her.

"Now, officer I have never heard of this 'Zoey' ever in my life. So, if you asked me, I'd say that this young lady is mentally challenged and needs to be put in a rehab center." Mrs. Jones said rearranging herself on the chair.

"She was there! She left through the A/C!" I protested.

Officer Burns pulled me up by my forearm slamming my front against the wall unnecessarily hard. He hand cuffed me and held me in a tight grip as I struggled under his hold.

"You are under arrest, young lady, for second degree murder." He said.

No s**t Sherlock.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say from now on will and can be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided by the state..." He commenced dragging me out of the counselor's office.

The officer struggled through the unexpected crowd of paparazzi and news reporters. I was ambushed by countless flashes of cameras and hungry reporters throwing themselves at us, starving for more details. I couldn't make out what any of them were asking since they were all yelling at once, and the helicopter above us was flying way too low.