Semua Bab My Bestfriend’s Father: Bab 91 - Bab 100

BrittneyI've never thought much about dying.Some people are obsessed with it but not me.I mean, most of the time, my life was already bleak enough, I didn't wanna add more darkness to it, but right now, as I'm being dragged into an alley by an unknown man who might probably be a serial killer, the thought couldn't help but slide past my mind.I should have fought him like I saw people doing in the movies, but my entire body just froze, probably from the shock.But then my feet hit a brick while I was being dragged and the pain snapped me out of my haze.The first thing I noticed was the smell.The man smelled like stale, old cigarettes soaked in liquor but that wasn't the only revolting thing about him.The smell, combined with the rotting garbage, in the alleyway almost made me throw up.I tried to jerk out of his hold but for a small man, he was surprisingly strong.I started to panic then, looking around for anything I could use as a weapon.My eyes snagged on a rusted handlebar

Brittney“Yeah, that's me.” I got up to my feet, brushing my hands down the slacks I was given by a lady when she noticed my shorts were torn.The cup beckoned me forward. “We need to take your statement.”I started to walk forward but then I noticed that Andre was following closely. “What are you doing?”“I'm trying to help and be supportive or I can't do that again?” He sounded irritated an angry at me. “Fine, whatever.” I gave in as I didn't have the energy to argue with him. “I just want this to be over so I can get back to Samantha.”The cop did a good job of ignoring us, showing me to the interrogation room.It's just like I saw in the movies. Blank gray painted walls with a steel table bolted to the floor and two chairs.An older man with salt and pepper hair and a bulging stomach was on the other side of the table. I took notice of the lack of an extra chair for Andre but waved it off, stating that he would rather stand.“So, Ms Carson…um, did I get your name right?” The other

ClaireMom's eyes widened at my tone. “Hold on, I realize that we're getting quite friendly but not in that manner.”I said nothing, just staring at her with my hands balled into fists. “I knew I shouldn't have believed a single word that came out of your mouth.”“Okay, sweetie, what's going on? You're starting to scare me.”Picking up her phone from the floor, I shoved the text thread in her face. “This! This is what is going on! You fucking lying bitch!”Her face went pale for a moment. “Um, first of…cool it with the cuss words, I'm still your mother and secondly, this is not what it looks like.” I scoffed, shoving a hand through my hair. “Of course you're going to say that! Why…because you were caught red-handed?”“Claire, come on-”“No you do not get to say another word!” I cut her off coldly. “I can't believe I stupidly fell for your lies and fake affection. There just had to be an ulterior motive…you could not for once, be a mother!”“Can you let me explain at least?” Mom, no, L

Brittney“Hi.” The words echoed hollowly as I stepped into my office.Claire was dressed impeccably as always.A wide maxi skirt that reached her ankles was paired with a silk top and strappy sandals.Also, a trusted designer bag to complete the look.“You look good.” I complimented, walking towards my desk.I used the few seconds I had to mentally brace up for her visit while I tried not to feel so guilty about the dozens of messages that she had sent to me that I didn't respond to.“I tried to text you, but it looks like you were too busy to respond.” The sarcasm in her tone as she looked around my office was obvious.I closed my eyes, praying for the strength to deal with this. “Claire, if you came here for a fight, I'm not in the mood.”“Good,” she chirped. “Because I didn't come here for a fight. I'm actually here to talk to you.”“About what?” I pretended to keep busy by arranging and rearranging a couple of files on my desk.“Can you at least look at me or you're too horrified

BrittneySomeone was yelling at me.“Brittney, you need to move!”Blood rushed into my ears when another flash of the camera went off, nearly blinding me.Claire's voice came, more louder this time around. “Brittney, I swear to God, if you don't move your ass, I'll move it for you!” She hissed, tugging at my arm so hard, it nearly popped out of its socket.Snapping out of whatever haze I had disappeared under, I forced my feet to move, following Claire's lead as we pushed past the throng of journalists and pressed through the crowd outside my office building.While we struggled to move ahead, a thought snuck into my mind.How did they manage to find out where I worked in such a short period of time?I remember checking the blogs and noticing that the news got leaked a little over an hour ago.These people worked pretty fast.We took another step, only for someone to shove a microphone in front of me, nearly poking my eyes.I froze, giving the journalist ample time to launch into his q