Bill rolled out of bed with a loud drawn out groan. Lily stirred in her sleep but didn't wake. He stared at her tiredly and rubbed his face. Could he leave her here? He worried about Dale snooping and discovering his little prisoner. He scoffed, they won't find Lily when he's finished with her. He ambled into the bathroom and hopped into the shower. He ignored the grime and mildew. Bill missed having a wife to clean up for him. He made sure to wash really well, as well as watered down moldy body wash can get you. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He was concerned about his new sadistic ways. It scared him almost. It scared him that he didn't want to stop. He finished up in the shower and got out.
Bill stared at himself in the mirror, looking over the scars Lily had given him. He frowned. Thankfully his shirt would cover most of it. Was it really that hard for a woman to love him? To take care of him? He snorted and shook his head. There weren't any good women anymore. His expression hardened.
He quietly got dressed into a pair of jeans, grey wifebeater, and red flannel shirt. Bill wasn't sure what to do with Lily. She was certainly secure where she was but he couldn't help the paranoia. He did change the locks and locked the windows, it was probably fine. He took a good look at her filthy crusty face. It certainly wasn't as appealing at the moment. He would wipe it off when he got back. Bill picked up one of his used cum socks out of the corner and forced her mouth open. Lily screamed, startled from the rude awakening. Bills face harden as he clamped her jaw shut and struggled to apply the tape to her face from her thrashing and the dried semen. He ended up wrapping it very tightly all around her head again. She gagged from the disgusting crusty sock she could spit out. He slapped her.
"Just go back to sleep and don't bother me." He growled before turning on some ear bleeding country music station. Lily pleaded with her eyes, anything but country. He turned his back and left the room. He turned on the tv and turned up the volume. Bill made sure everything was secure before leaving the house.
He swallowed nervously as he got into his car. Bill rehearsed his story over and over in his head until he was starting to believe it too. The last thing he wanted to deal with was military court if this escalated any further or he couldn't turn their eyes away from him. He let out a heavy sigh. What a mess she had gotten him into. Why couldn't women just be good to him? Why did they always have to fight him, cheat on him, or ultimately leave him? Where did all the good women go to? His knuckles turned white as he clutched the steering wheel. He saw the news segment that a very pixelated shot of him from one of the security cameras outside the bar. It pissed him off.
Bill hoped that if he acted like a concerned citizen and even helped in possible future searches then maybe they'll let him off the hook. Thankfully Hank didn't seem suspicious of him. Though Hank always defended him. Bill hoped he could still count on that.
He parked and sat there for a few minutes. His resolve he worked so hard to build up on the drive over was beginning to dissolve already. This was going to be a long afternoon… He found the strength to get out, his legs moving on their own took him through the doors. He thought he was in the right place. Bill approached the desk there where a woman was standing behind. He cleared his throat, he had to make a good impression the whole time. "Hi, I was asked to come in for questioning in regards to the missing girl?" He said, trying to hide his nervousness.
"Have a seat over there and someone will come get you." Was all she said before getting back to her computer. Bill nodded and did just that. A few minutes passed before two officers came out to fetch him. "Bill Dauterive? I haven't seen you in a coon's age!" One of them said. Bill chuckled nervously. They chatted and caught up on each other as they searched him and made him dump out his pockets and take off his shoes. He walked through a metal detector and it was all fine. He put his shoes back on and retrieved his belongings. They led him to an interrogation room and left him there.
Bill waited and waited. He had a feeling that they were just observing him at the moment. The color from his face drained. He should have brought a lawyer with him. Don't guilty people get lawyers right away? He tried to reassure himself.
After what felt like an eternity, an officer came in and introduced himself before sitting down. He cracked a joke making Bill laugh. They cut up for a few minutes, causing Bill to relax some. "Can you tell me where you were on the seventh of June?" He asked, scrutinizing Bill's face.
"I was uhh, that was awhile back." Bill said with a nervous laugh. "We have footage and witnesses that place you at The Sports Bar that evening." He said, watching Bill. "Oh yeah! I went there to have a drink and watch the game." He answered, trying not to crack under the officer's intense gaze.
"Did you maybe have a drink with anyone?" He asked.
"I did, I bought a woman a drink at last call." Bill said, lacing his fingers together.
"Do you know her name, tell me a little about her." The officer asked.
"I think it was Lily, we didn't talk about much, just small talk." Bill said, forcing himself to remain neutral.
"What kind of small talk?" He pressed
"The weather, events in Arlen, things like that." Bill said.
"What happened when she left? You followed after her right?" The officer asked while writing some notes.
"I offered her a ride home but she said no, so I went home and watched some tv. That's it." Bill said, beginning to sweat.
"Are you sure you didn't after her?" He asked, noting Bill's demeanor.
"No, I just went home like I said." Bill said, hoping there weren't any other witnesses.
"Can anyone verify that?" The officer asked.
Bill sighed. "My neighbors were already in for the night and it was just me and my tv." He said
"You were the last person to see this woman." The officer said, looking up from his notes.
"I told you everything that happened!" Bill said trying to hide his exacerbation.
"What if I told you that someone saw you stuff her in your trunk?" The officer pressed, watching Bill intently.
Bill stared at him in shock and disbelief for a moment. "That wasn't me! I just went straight home. I don't know what you're talking about." Bill defended himself.
"Well you match their description. What kind of car you drive?" The officer asked. Bill told him with a huff. "You're getting a little defensive there, son." The officer said, giving him a look. They went around and round for what seemed like an hour.
"Look, I told you everything. I hope y'all find her, she seems like a nice young woman." Bill said, over the whole thing. "You think she's alive?" The officer asked, sitting back in his seat. "I hope she is." Bill said, averting his eyes. "We'll be in touch, Mr. Dauterive." The officer said before leaving the room.
Bill let out a heavy sigh and leaned back in his seat. The tension was almost as thick as his waistline. He thought he did a good enough job with his story. He waited and waited to be let out. He was growing nervous and had to pee. Bill rubbed his tired face. He was beginning to doubt they believed him. He wondered who these witnesses were.
A while later they finally allowed him to leave. He had to keep himself from dashing to his car. Bill got in and sighed. Uncertainty filled his anxious mind. He started the car and drove straight home. He hoped that would be the end of it.
Once home he raced into the house, he went to the bathroom and took a long pee. Lily stared out the bedroom door. She could hear him using the bathroom since he hadn't bothered closing the door. What kind of shit was he going to inflict on her now? He came in the room, ripping a loud fart as he did so. Lily's eyes watered as her face twisted in disgust. "How's Daddy's little fuck kitten?" He purred as he stomped closer. She stared at him. "You almost got me in a lot of trouble today, you stupid bitch." He snapped. Bill paused when he noticed the radio was off. He whipped around and glared at her. "What the hell is this?" He demanded. She shrugged. Bill inspected the radio, it was still on, just not playing music. He switched it off and on again. It started playing. "Piece of shit." He muttered before yanking it unplugged. Lily watched him fearfully.
"I'm going to have a beer with my friends. Don't try anything." He snapped. She just stared at him. "Good." He said before leaving.