02• Reid.

"Fuck..." I clenched my teeth, unable to watch as paramedics took away my best friend's body.

To even think that the last time I had met with him, we had had an argument was just so guilt-wrenching... How did that happen? Who did that to him?

"Mr. Reid?" A male voice called and I raised my head at him. My eyelids drooped heavy with grief. No doubt my eyes haven't turned red. "Do you mind following us to the station? We will need to ask some questions." He asked calmly.

The least I could do for Alvin now is find his killer right? I thought to myself, glancing at the bloody knife, which was being picked up by a cop wearing gloves.

With the strength left in me, I stood up and followed the detective out of Alvin's apartment.

It was dark already, with people around the house; it did seem like I was the killer when I walked out of the house with the officers following me, but did I care?

I entered the van, and I was driven off to the station; if I had been close to any family members, I would be phoning to tell them about what happened, but I was all on my own. I wonder if when I'm freed tonight I will still go to my stepfather's house or just wander throughout the night.

The detective who was beside me suddenly got a call. I didn't know about what was going on until I heard him shout, "What!" With a worried expression on his face. If anything, I would wish for his surprise expression to mean Alvin woke up and wasn't dead but that didn't happen.

"Your hands to your back." The detective commanded as soon as I alighted from the van as we already arrived at the station.

"What?" I asked.

"Do as you're told, Mr. Reid." He said, nodding his head to a junior cop who forced my hands to my back and handcuffed me.

"What the hell!" I looked in bewilderment. "What the hell is going on?" I asked, this time I wasn't worried about Alvin.

It was about me.

"We got a clue about the murder of the deceased. All traces lead to you. You have a right to an attorney, and any words you utter might be used against you in a court of law." The officer said and I was dragged away by the junior cop.

"What the hell, let me free!" I tried to struggle out of the handcuffs as I entered the station, but it only hurt me; if I continued wriggling my wrist, no doubt I wouldn't be fracturing my hand.

I was pushed into jail. I've been locked up in something like here before for assault, but now seemed like I'm going to remain here as a murder suspect.

I was uncuffed but still locked behind bars. "I need a fucking explanation. What's going on!" I yelled as the junior cop walked away. "The hell!" I continued to shout but no one seemed to be at my response. I was all alone again. Shouting won't get me out of here nor did it seem like I was going to get out of here soon.

With labored breathing, I gave up to my trembling feet as I sat on the floor while waiting for answers, but I didn't even know the time I fell asleep. I was not deep asleep, though, as I would wake up and shout my lungs out again until I felt exhausted, and then I slept until it was morning.

.

"Hey, you!" Slowly, I opened my eyes, my gaze met with the junior cop that had locked me up. "Come out," He commanded unlocking the cell.

"Am I being freed?" I asked lowly.

"You're going to be interrogated." He replied walking over to me and clamping the shackles around my wrist.

He grabbed my arms, and I was forced to stand up, following him out of the cell.

I was still in the station filled with bars around me with some criminals who were glaring at me as though I hadn't allowed them a good night's sleep. Even I, who was being accused of what I had no idea about, didn't have a good sleep, so who were they to have one?

I was led into a room, an interrogation room, I suppose, with a table and two chairs on the opposite side of the table.

"Take your seat." The detective who had ordered my arrest ordered. A laptop facing him.

I took the seat, my body language screaming protest. "Why am I being locked up?"

"Your friend's death of course." He replied and I scoffed inwardly.

"So I'm a suspect in Alvin's death?" I asked hiding my sarcasm cause it's still fucking unbelievable. God, why had I visited Alvin last night? And who the hell did that to my friend!!

I had prevented myself from thinking about Alvin or the thought that he had died on my lap. My future was at stake here and I would rather think of getting out of this mess before grieving him.

"You had a heated argument with him."

"So? Is that the reason why you think I will kill him?"

"What time did you visit Alvin?" The detective inquired.

"I didn't check my time," I replied sharply.

"On the CCTV footage, we saw that you arrived at 4'25 pm---"

"I didn't check my time while going to Alvin's but I know I left college at that time, so there's no possibile way I was there at that time." I interrupted the detective.

"But you were caught on camera wearing the same white T-shirt and jeans." He went ahead to say.

"That's definitely not me." I defended.

"So you're saying you came late and not at 4'25pm?" The detective asked. "If you had come later, we'd have seen it on the CCTV footage. No one came to Alvin's apartment until the ambulance and the cops arrived, so you're clearly lying."

Oh, my good Lord.

I was left speechless. Even though I'd love to continue defending myself what's there to defend? It's clear the detective knows what he is saying. "The footage must have been tampered with... Maybe by the original killer."

"I see you're not yet willing to admit what you've done, Reid. We invited Alvin's girlfriend over, and she claimed you had asked her out on a date before Alvin, but she didn't like you and had gone for your friend. Maybe that's why you killed your friend?"

"Don't fucking put words in my mouth!" I yelled. "I didn't kill Alvin, for fucks sake!"

"Your fingerprints were found on the knife that was stabbed in Alvin's neck." He announced and I felt my heart drop.