A Songstress' Lore of Lies
Chapter three: here we go again..
"I've come to finish what I started."
Mr Devoe reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. He stood there menacing, hitting the bat against his left hand.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
The window was jammed, no way out.
"In a minute, you're going to know how something so wrong, can feel so right.."
Just then I noticed something that would help me out, but I needed a diversion.
"How did you get out? Why the fuck did they let you out?!"
He laughed as he began unzipping his pants.
"I had no priors, and made bail. Now get on the bed, im not going to jail over an 'attempted' sexual assault charge."
I began walking slowly towards my bed..
"What if I drop the charges? Will you leave me alone, then?"
I laid on the bed, while he undressed. Opportunity arose when the bat slipped from his hand.
He exclaimed, without a thumb, his left hand couldn't properly catch the bat.
"Let go of me!"
Styxx grabbed his ankle, while I inched closer to the dresser.
"Son of a bitch!"
Styxx bit into his ankle-
I sprung from my bed and plunged a knife into his chest. Mr. Devoe fell backwards, his lungs filling up with blood. He was gurgling on his own blood, when I stabbed him again.
"How's it feel to have something forcibly inserted inside you? You sick mother-fucker!"
I stabbed and I stabbed while my tears washed away the blood from my face. I couldn't believe I just killed a man. My body felt cold and numb, the world stood still.
Styxx weakly reached into his pocket and dialed 911. Then we heard more ruckus, police sirens wailed throughout the neighborhood.
"That was.. quick.."
Styxx hung up the phone when the operator answered the call.
"Police! Hands where we can see them."
They saw me kneeling in a pool of blood, holding a knife next to the decreased body of Mr. Devoe.
"Drop the weapon! I said drop the weapon! Now!"
The knife slowly slipped from my hand. The sound it made when it hit the floor will forever be embedded in my head.
The cops called the paramedics for Styxx, and ushered me to the police car. As I silently sat there motionless, the female cop put a blanket over my back.
"Are you ok?"
I shaked my head, because I couldn't respond.
"Good.. Can you tell me what happened here."
Police go through training to be able to do their job. It still didn't occur to them to check up on Mr. Devoe's driver's license. Run a check or something..
"I killed him.."
She hushed me quickly.
"Lower your voice. What you just said is confessing to murder."
In which case, I did murder him. She handed me a small cup of coffee, and smiled at me.
"He beat up my friend, and tried to rape me.."
Her walkie talkie said something about Mr. Devoe, it seems they finally checked up on him.
"Would you like to come to the station? Give a statement? Or would you like to wait a while."
Her name was Rhonda Cavanaugh, or so her name tag said.
"Yeah.. let's get it over with."
I rode on the back of the police car, staring mindlessly out the window.
"It could've been worse. He could've actually raped and killed you."
Rhonda smacked her partner on the chest.
"Hey! I'm driving here, don't hit me."
Rhonda gave him a dirty look.
"What have I said about trying to comfort people?"
He realized what he had said was in bad taste.
"Not to do it.."
It was 9 a.m. when everything settled down. Sitting in the lobby while I wrote down what happened, wondering if Styxx was alright.
"God damn reporters won't unblock the entrance."
I over heard the officers complaining about the press outside. Waiting for a scoop, waiting for me to come out. They had a field day when they badgered Dr. Nolan.
Buzz Buzz Buzz
My phone vibrated in my pocket till I flipped it open. James had paid my phone bill and called me four times already.
"Hey, are you ok?"
It seems he was watching the news, or noticed that I wasn't in school.
"Yeah.. kind of.."
My voice broke a little, haven't spoken a word in three hours.
"I snuck out to see you, because you weren't at school today."
He doesn't know what happed earlier..
"Then I saw a bunch of police cars and reporters.."
I don't feel like explaining it to him, right now.
"Listen, I'll call you back. Something came up."
Nothing came up, because I was the only one in the lobby.
"Yeah, ok.. Well, call me back as soon as you can. I'm kind of worried about you."
No shit, paying my phone bill is totally normal.
I hung up the phone and walked over to Rhonda's desk.
"I wrote down everything that happened, have you heard anything about Styxx?"
She wasn't familiar with his stage name.
"I mean Miles Westman.."
She stopped typing on her keyboard and looked at me.
"He's in stable condition, but he's in no shape to leave the hospital."
I laid the paper on her desk, and asked "Could I go visit him?"
She smiled warmly at me.
"Of course, honey. There's someone from your school waiting outside, maybe he'll give you a ride."
"I think he said his name was Dr. Andrew Nolan.."
I smiled back and left, facing a large crowd.
"Ms Summers, can you tell us what happened? Was it the same guy from before?"
Reporters were bombarding me with questions.
I walked directly to Dr. Nolan's car. He always parked closest the school, so it's easy to recognize his vehicle.
"Ms. Summers! Care to give a statement?"
These stupid media people were getting on my last nerve.
"What part of fuck off, didn't you understand?!"
I entered his vehicle and immediately said "Drive."
Without a second thought, he honked his horn loudly and drove away. This was so the reporters would be muffled by the sound of his horn, and to warn them to get out of the way.
"You can stay with my wife and I, if you wish. We'd love have you stay with us."
He knew that I had no place to stay.
"Um.. Sure.. Thanks."
Dr. Nolan has always been very understanding, its why I wasn't expelled during my freshman year.
"You know.. I kind of understand your situation. That's a story for another time."
We stopped at a gas station, apparently he forgot to fill up his car.
"Do you want anything? Have you eaten?"
My stomach grumbled when he reminded me about eating.
"I'll take that as a no.."
He pulled out his wallet from his jacket, and opened the door.
"I guess I could eat.."
He swiped his card and began pumping gas.
"I'll call my wife and let her know."
I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, since I was a little uncomfortable.
"Its been a while since you've eaten at a dinner table, hasnt it."
I had one, but it took too much space. However, he meant eating with family.
When we finally arrived at his home, I was surprised. He had a very nice home, with a really beautiful garden. He had a P.H.D. and I realized that being principal was probably not his first job.