Chapter 14.

Boa.

This empty room was all too familiar. The large, long mirror on one wall, the steel table in front of me and the uncomfortable chair I sat on. My position on the chair was even the same, laid back with a careless attitude and arms folded in front of me. The only difference is, there were three chairs instead of two. A man sat in front of me; he's a detective and he was flipping pages in this folder. I didn't know whether I was glad I was missing my first classes for this or not.

The door opened and I knew there was a third party to this and I knew who it'd be, Brookelle. "Brookelle, nice of you to join us, please, sit down." The detective told her, without looking up because he was so concentrated in the file in his hands. His eyebrows were furrowed as he examined the files in front of him. The tapping of her cane, made the man look up and he was shocked to see that she was blind. "Oh, do you need help?"

She paused and glared her eyes in front of her, "no," she spat. I smirked, that's my Roo.

She seated herself in a proper position with her back straight and her hands on her lap, just like our parents taught us; to be proper kids. He introduced himself, "my name is Detective Ivkin and I know you're Brookelle and Boa Strice." I knew from the shifting of her body that she wasn't very thrilled about me being in the same room as her. He looked at the two of us, his eyebrows furrowed, "are the two of you siblings?"

"Yeah," I grunted, not really in the mood to be interrogated; he took note of my answer.

"I have gathered the two of you here today because of Bubbles."

"Bubbles?" I clarified, "what do we have to do with her?"

"Well, the last thing she remembers is walking around the school with Brookelle," I glanced at my little sister, "she has a large gap in her memory and then she remembers falling. I did some research on you, Brookelle, and your profile is very suspicious and yours even more so, Boa."

"How so?"

"Well, you just told me you two are siblings, yet, her birth certificate has different parents and I looked you up and your parents are," he looked at his notes before pronouncing the names wrong, "Anja and Logan Strice, is that correct?"

"Her birth certificate is wrong, it should be Anja and Logan Strice."

He looked at the two of us; "I'll need blood samples later."

"Also, I only have evidence of Brookelle attending pre-kindergarten to first grade in Japan and then a gap before coming here, and Boa, you don't have anything until you came to North."

"We were homeschooled, I told him."

"But you have no birth certificates, medical records, I.D, it's like you two never existed until you came here. I can't even find your parents or any relatives."

"Did you spell our last names correctly?"

"S. T. R. I. C. E." He clarified.

I shrugged, "well, then, I don't know." But, I did know, we've been off the grid since Jack the Ripper. He moved and changed his whole identity. Our name lived without the government asking questions, because we're so rich. We lived unnoticed and undetected until over a decade ago, that was difficult to clear with only one of our names, and then again with me which was even harder to erase because our parents were named and photographed. Detective Ivkin stared at both of us. "What do you want from us?"

"I want to know who you are and why you two don't exist," he said in a stern voice

"I don't know why we aren't in your stupid computer, there's obviously a mistake," I snapped.

After a moment of silence, he said, "hmm… Well, let's start to fill this out, shall we?"

"What?"

"I need to put some information in here," he told me, like I was a child; this bastard is starting to piss me off.

"How old are you, Boa?"

"17." He scribbled into the paper in front of him.

"Brookelle?"

"She's 16."

He looked up at me, "I asked her, she can answer for herself." He looked back down on his paper before asking, "height?" I shook my head, "weight?" I shook my head again, "we'll go to the nurses office for that," he muttered, "Birth place?"

Brookelle didn't speak, why wasn't she speaking? "Norway."

"City?"

"Near Åndalsnes."

"Hair colour, white. Eye colour," he paused to look up at the both of us, "grey and white," he muttered to himself as he wrote it down.

"Any other siblings?"

"She had a twin, Baxter."

"Parents name?"

"Logan and Anja Strice."

"Your mother's maiden name?"

"Strice."

"Maiden name," he repeated, looking up at me as if I were stupid.

"Strice."

His face morphed into disgust, "you're children of incest?"

"Yeah, problem?" I growled.

He shook his head in disapproval before continuing, "grandparents?"

I shrugged, I honestly didn't know, "they died early."

He nodded, "any other relatives?"

The headmaster, I wasn't sure weather to tell him or not, he wasn't even supposed to be alive. He was supposed to die when our mother chose our father, "not that I can think of."

He kept asking us questions that I answered, he looked over his notes and the new notes he just took, comparing them. He rubbed the back of his neck, "did you have a sister?"

"Brookelle," I gestured to the girl next to me.

He looked at his notes and then went through his papers, taking out several newspaper articles and showing them to me. "I've found this article from 12 years ago, I can relate it to your parents because of the last name and how they're billionaires. A little girl, she was kidnapped and ransomed for 1 billion US dollars."

"And?"

"Her name isn't Brookelle Strice."

I glanced at the paper, recognizing it instantly, "Then, it must've been another family."

"But the story, she sounds like she's from your family. Same age as Brookelle as well."

I rolled my eyes, "look, I only have one sister and that's Brookelle."

He sighed, "I looked up your last name, you're the only ones in the world with this name."

"Your fucking computer's broken." The man glared at me and I only glared back.

"Moving on then, onto the topic of Bubbles," he started before putting the articles and the piece of paper with a lot of information about us behind the small pile of papers he carried. "Brookelle, could you tell me what happened that day?"

She took a moment before answering, "I heard the incident happen from a far."

"She told me you we're beaten up by Lucas and his friends."

What? Lucas beat her up? "Wait, what? Roo, you didn't tell me this."

"You never asked," she muttered.

"How was I supposed to know?" I grouched.

"Why do you even care? It's not like you cared before."

"I didn't know he did that to you."

"That's not the worse thing he's done," she muttered, referring to the rape.

"I told you I was sorry."

"That doesn't mean it didn't happen."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't want you to do anything."

"Then what? Why can't you just forgive me? All of this would be over if you just weren't so stubborn."

"Oh, oh, now I'm stubborn? Wow, Boa. You don't even understand how bad it was. What you did to me was unforgivable. You need to check yourself, you prick."

"Fy Faen, Brookelle," I cursed in our native language, and that's when we started to argue in Norwegian, "calm down, all he did was rape you."

"Calm down? What the fuck? Lucas raped me and you recorded. Then you sent it to the whole school. You're a fucking monster, you bastard."

"You deserved it! You killed our parents, our brother and a whole bunch of other people."

"He's not- Fuck you! Like you haven't killed anyone?"

"That's different!"

"How's that different?"

"Hey! I don't understand Swedish!" Detective Ivkin interrupted. We glared at him.

"Norwegian," I corrected through clenched teeth; offended he messed up the languages.

He shook his head, "can we continue?" I rolled my eyes, "now, Brookelle, Bubbles told me you were beaten up by Lucas and a girl named Bunny helped you out. Can you tell me what happened after?"

She let out a breath of frustration, "I went to my room and Bubbles came in. We left for dinner and Bubbles left to go somewhere. When I came out of the cafeteria I heard Bubbles fall down the tower," she lied.

"Did she tell you why she left?"

She shook her head, "I don't think she did."

"She told me she was alone with you in your room and walked around the school with her."

She nodded, "yes, that's true, the others went to the cafeteria before us and we caught up with them later." He scribbled words on the page.

"She said that you got angry at her. Why was that?"

"I can't remember, it was probably something stupid."

"You know the whole time we've been here, you haven't asked about Bubbles at all."

Brookelle kept a calm face, "was I supposed to ask?"

"You're her friend aren't you?"

"I guess."

He lifted his chin up, looking at her suspiciously, "did you have anything to do with the fall?" The detective leaned closer to Brookelle.

"No."

"Bubbles probably tripped when she was up there," I muttered.

"That's almost impossible to trip and fall over that wall, it's too high for people to accidentally fall."

"Well, Brookelle had nothing to do with it, I saw her in the cafeteria that day. She was next to me when it all happened."

"I thought you didn't know about Lucas beating her up."

"I didn't."

"You do know it's a crime to lie to a police." I wasn't even lying about the Lucas part.

"I know," I told him with my best poker face. His eyes flickered from me to Brookelle and back again, "honestly, detective Ivkin," I spat his name, "you're wasting your damn time. If she didn't trip, she must have been suicidal. She was always pretty depressed," I didn't exactly lie; everyone in this fucking school is depressed.

He sighed, "you may be right, I guess this was just another suicide case."

This is probably one of the worst detectives I've ever met, he doesn't even try and the evidence is so clearly obvious and right in front of him.

After a while of just listening to his pencil scrape itself on the piece of paper, I blurted, "can we go?"

"Oh, right. No." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Why? What more do you want from us?" Brookelle finally spoke, clearly annoyed with the man and me.

He cleared his throat, "Anna Lux," he started, Brookelle tensed, Anna's another one of her victims. "She was a definite murder case and you two are one of the only ones who fit the profile of the murderer."

I squinted my eyes, suspiciously, "who else fits?"

As if on queue, the door opened and in comes three other boys, all DA class students. Ugh, it's going to be so cramped up in here. They brought their own steel chairs and placed them next to Brookelle and I, forcing us to scoot closer to one another.

Obviously, Brookelle was very annoyed at the lack of space she was getting. I smirked at her reaction and it only drew me closer to her, until our shoulders were touching. She hates people touching her; she has this thing about where people have been and how dirty they could be, it's especially difficult for her to touch rubbish or anything considered dirty. She was ready to bite me if I got any closer, and so that's just what I did. She finally cracked and pushed me away, "get away from me, who knows where you've been."

I chuckled, "come on, Roo. I'm only teasing," I leaned on her.

She shoved me off of her, "ew. Get away from me, you filthy piece of shit."

"You'd rather have some other random boy being this close to you, fine." I said getting up.

She pulled me back down, "you're really pushing me."

"Only because I love you," I told her as I sat back down. She scoffed.

My eyes suddenly went to her hair, I didn't notice her hair was different, I mean, it's always put into different hairstyles or down, but she had on a hairband and it suited her well. "Nice hair," I decided to mention as I put my fingers through her soft and silky hair, one of my favourite parts of her.

"Yeah, Blossom did it for me," she muttered.

I noticed for the corner of my eyes the detective giving us a strange look. I smirked at him an he simply glared at me, shaking his head.

I checked out the other kids around us, "care to introduce yourselves?" The Detective said.

"Boa."

"Brookelle."

"Koda," a dark skinned boy said, he had curly black hair and brown eyes. He was insanely tall, and had a lot of muscles it was almost gross. His eyes were glaring at the Detective, all of ours were. I haven't seen him around before; he was probably in year 13.

"Victor," one of the younger looking boys said, year 9, defiantly, he had these hipster glasses on and a lip piercing. He was pale, scrawny and had dyed bright red hair and brown eyes. He was pretty short and he looked like a nervous wreck. If I had to choose who killed Anna based off of reaction, it'd be him.

"Ted," the last one said, his name did not suit his looks; he had tan skin with brown hair and green eyes. He had snakebites, eyebrow and ears pierced. He was almost as muscular as Koda and almost as tall too, but I've seen this guy around, he's in year 10.

"Now that you all know each other," detective Ivkin started, "I've called all of you here today because of Anna. We would have gotten you all sooner but we didn't have the time."

"It's been like, what? Two months. How did you not have the time?" Koda asked, annoyed he was here rather than going to lunch, which was going to start soon.

He shrugged, "there were more important people than you delinquents and you guys aren't going anywhere for a while anyways." He paused, looking at each of us in turn, "each of you are capable of murder and have murdered, as you know we interrogated the whole school and after looking through the recordings and narrowing down our options. We have come to the conclusion of you five."

"Now, let me go through what happened to Anna," the detective cleared his throat before continuing, reading off of the paper in front of him, "Anna was murdered the night of the Masquerade Ball, she never showed up to it. She was murdered with a knife, which is what all of you used to murder your victims, then all of her blood was drained out of her and we found traces of her blood in the drain. The person who tried to kill Anna didn't even try to hide her, the person left them where they killed her," the detective finished, looking up at us, "obviously, this was a murder." No shit. "And, we think, whoever did this had help. There is no way one teenager could've done this. It must have been at least two." He stared at Brookelle and I, and pointed at both of us, "you two, are the only ones in this room who I know have a strong relationship."

"So? Just because we're siblings, you think we kill people with each other?" It's not wrong; we've done it a couple times.

He shook his head, "everything just seems to come back to the both of you." I rolled my eyes.

"What proof do you even have that it was any of us?" Victor piped up.

The detective clapped his hands together, making us all jump, "ah! Well, you see, Victor, I'll start with you. You're a new student, you have the experience and you're no doubt someone who nobody would expect. You could easily lure anyone in with your nervous and spirited attitude, just like you did with those girls." He said, referring to one of Victor's previous killings that got him here in the first place.

The detective turned to Koda, the boy seated in between Victor and I, "You know you're going to jail after this year's ended. All year 13s are miserable. You have nothing to lose, so why not? With your strength, you'd been able to rape her as well, but there were no signs of sexual abuse on Anna." He shook his head, he knew just by that evidence it was throwing him off from Koda.

"Boa, you've killed a whole family, you could have easily killed Anna. You don't have a family to disappoint; you'll be a year 13 next year and then you'll be off to jail, what difference does it make to kill another person? I've heard many things about you, and a lot of them aren't exactly… Good. Would you like me to say one of them?" I didn't say anything, what has he heard? "You bullied your own little sister, asking someone to rape her. I think the most disgusting part is that you recorded it and sent it to everyone in the school. I've also heard that, and it's not too surprising now that I know you're children of incest, but you and Brookelle are-"

"Stop," Brookelle said, "do you even know when something isn't supposed to said? Just stop. That's enough," she was pissed the fuck off, and I loved it.

"I haven't even gotten to you yet, Brookelle. With your… disability, you could easily get Anna somewhere far and kill her. I also have knowledge that you arrived late to the Ball, one of the last few. You also got into a fight with Buttercup June because you pulled a prank on her. What was this prank of yours that got her so mad?"

If looks could kill, there would have been a massacre in this room, "I arrived late because I'm fucking blind, so I'm a bit slow, you ignorant prick. The joke, was drugging her and it went a little too far and pissed her off."

He smirked, "Ted," he turned his head to the boy, "you're in year 10, the same year as Anna. I heard you two were dating for quite a while before she broke up with you a week before the Masquerade Ball. The brake up must have been a trigger, you must have been so upset, so upset you wanted to do something about it. You must have wanted revenge." The detective said, leaning closer to Ted.

Ted rolled his eyes, "I broke up with her," he clarified, "and I was honestly so much happier without her, but I would never kill her."

"Even if one of us did it, what would you do to us? Send us to court then back here? It's not like they could extend the time we have in jail, it's already at its limit," I stated.

Detective Ivkin paused and was absolutely dumbfounded, he turned to face the mirror; we all knew it was actually a window with people behind it. "Yeah, that's actually… exactly what will happen," he said slowly.

"So, what's the point in doing this?"

The detective was just stunned; he sat back in his chair. "I'll be right back," he said before getting up from his chair and leaving. This is the stupidest detective I've ever met.

"Hey Boa, I'll rape your sister anytime," Koda smirked, eyeing my little sister.

I laughed, "yeah? There's a waiting list. I'll put you on it."

Brookelle spoke in Norwegian, "you're so fucking awful. This is why I hate you. I swear if you ever do it again, I'll kill you."

"Oh, I'm terrified. Someone save me!" I mocked.

"I'm dead serious."

"But you love me, you won't hurt me," I leaned on her.

"I also loved mum, dad and Baxter," she muttered.

I paused, "right," I realized, maybe I shouldn't have gotten on her bad side.

The detective burst through the door, "you five can leave." I stood up and as I made my way to the door I grabbed the sheet bellow all the files, the sheet with all the information on Brookelle and I, and tucked it in my pocket. There's no fucking way I'd let some idiot detective get our information. I did this without anyone noticing.

Once we were out of the room, I grabbed Brookelle by the hand and took her to an empty room. She wrestled so much out of my grip that it was becoming difficult to walk. I flipped her over and carried her like a little baby. "Put me down," she growled in Norwegian as she kept on struggling out of my hold.

"Shut up." I told her and she listened. I don't usually get angry especially not at Brookelle, but she was starting to piss me off.

I set her down once we were in an empty classroom. She huffed and put her arms over her chest, "what do you want?" Brookelle's movements told me how uncomfortable she was and I could see, no matter how much she tried to hide it, she was scared of me.

"You're pissing me off."

She laughed, "What? I di-"

"Shut up." Her face became serious again, "you keep on arguing with me in front of other people. That's not only embarrassing me but you're embarrassing yourself. You need to let the whole rape thing go."

"I don't think I can let it go," she whispered, "Boa, I was so scared, I didn't sleep after it happened- I still haven't been sleeping much- and I went to shower, and I finally understood how Bubbles felt. I wanted to die and I still wish that Bunny, Buttercup and Blossom never came back to look for me. I wish I died. I want to die. I hate myself for not being strong enough to get him away from me. I hate myself so much. I want to scream, I want to talk about it with someone, but I don't think I can," a tear escaped her. "I still can't believe you did that to me." She started sobbing and collapsed on the floor, covering her mouth with her hands. "Nobody hates me more than myself," her words were honest but her tears were a sham.

I watched my pathetic sister fall on the ground, sobbing. "I'll never understand what you went through," I told her, "and I can't reverse time and change what I did. You're just going to have to forgive and forget about what I did to you." I crouched down.

"You sent out a video of me to everyone," she told me.

"I know, it was stupid, I'm sorry. Please, forgive me."

She glared her eyes at me, "then, you need to let all that hatred with me go, because as long as you're holding a grudge, so will I," she growled, she stopped sobbing but tears were still running down her face.

I took in a deep breath in and let it out, "let's start over." I stood up and so did she, as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. I took a few steps closer to her before putting my arms around her in a tight embrace. "I love you, Brookelle Strice."

I could feel her hesitate; she could either forgive me or not. But, why wouldn't she? She eventually hugged me back, "I love you, too, Boa Strice," she whispered.

"Do you forgive me?" I asked.

She nodded, "yes." There was a slight pause, "do you still hate me?"

"Never," I told her as I nibbled and licked her neck.

She moaned and it turned me on, I pushed her towards the teacher's desk and lifted her, setting her down on the edge of the wooden table as I kept on licking her. I kissed her neck and made my way up to her mouth. I kissed her roughly, my tongue inside her, forcing her to draw back, but I kept pressing my lips to hers and soon she was lying on the desk and I was on top of her. We shoved papers and pencils off the desk and onto the floor. My hands rubbed her thighs, which she giggled at, and my other hand stayed next to her body, holding me up. One of her hands was on my chest to keep me from falling on her and the other was in my hair, pulling me closer to her. The hand that was on her thigh lingered up the skirt of her uniform and under her panties, I drew circles on her hip.

The hand she had on my chest found the buttons on my uniform. Ugh, The struggle of having so many layers on our uniform, but the time it took for her to get through all the layers only made this more reckless and hot. She eventually got through and she felt my nicely cut six pack abs. "Damn," she said through the kiss, I chuckled. My fingers traveled around her lower area, but not touching her there, simply teasing.

We heard the door open and chatter of students. Fuck. I flew off her and she jumped off the desk. I quickly buttoned up my shirt, my vest, and my jacket and fixed my tie, but it was too late. The year 9 students saw what we were doing before we even had a chance to react. They were stunned, they knew who we were. They knew we were siblings.

I grabbed Brookelle's hand and her cane, putting it in her free hand. We walked towards the students and they made way for us, judging us with their eyes. I was begging that my boner didn't show, I looked down, oh, thank god.