"Hello, Mr. Bolton, have a seat," she demanded. The room was chilly, and the sun was brightly beaming through the windows, I could hardly see her brown face. I acted towards her and slowly took a seat.

"Now, it is great to speak with you, how are you?" she asked over-excitedly. Her mud-colored cheeks were dressed for an occasion. She just stared as she circled me slowly.

"I'm . . . uh . . . I'm fine, how are you?" I asked nervously, glancing back at her.

Her smile widened even more, making her slicked back, short hair more conspicuous than ever. "Why, I'm blessed. I'm just happy to be here today, interviewing you, getting to the bottom of this."

"To the bottom of what? You guys . . . you guys know what happened," I struggled through my teeth.

"Why Mr. Bolton," she glared at me, "there is no need to be touchy. We just need answers, that's all."

"But I gave you everything!"

"Mr. Bolton, you have not even given us a drop. Everything that you told us was just a platform, we need statement, detail, and commitment."

"Like what?"

Her smile lessened, "Like your motive . . . your background. We need to know your emotions. How did you cope? How long have you felt the way you did that awkward June night? We need to know more."

"My life is complicated, okay? I wouldn't even know where to begin."

"Well you have to begin somewhere," she snickered sarcastically, "Your father and Mr. Danforth are no longer with us. Now, you must tell the emotions of the victims and the - I think you know who - suspect."

"Fine. I'm gay, okay? I've been gay since I was 12. That's when I finally realized that I really liked boys. When my father pressured me into basketball, I was devastated. I . . . I never wanted to play sports a day in my life. But, when I realized the joys of being on a team with over 10 male athletes, I couldn't help but comply. Then, my best friend, who I've loved since we were kids, gave the sense that he was gay too; so, I took advantage. We began dating for a short while before I found out that my disgusting father raped him in the boys locker room. When I found out, I was overwhelmed and proceeded to kill him. I got word a few hours later that Chad had committed suicide. It broke my heart to the core. I had no idea my dad was a rapist; and, after all these years, I had no idea that Chad felt the way about me that I felt about him." I felt some tears developing.

The woman looked at me warily. I could tell she'd been touched, but she was a hardened female. Although you could see the hurt in her eyes, her emotions stayed the same. "Mr. Bolton, that was a very detailed summary of the events. Thank you for joining me for this saying."

"May I leave now?"

"Go right ahead."