Authors Note: I had to post more since our dear friend Saavik spilled my
little secret. I'm only on chapter 14 right at this moment... and you will
have to review to get more... *evil laughter* Don't mind me, I have the
after affects of FUZZY PEACHES from this morning, and I am tad bit suger
hygh at the moment, yummmm...
Chapter 8: Interogation and Trouble
Ardelia showed the two officers into the living room. "Would you like anything to drink?" Delia asked, "We... I have lemonade, milk-1%, water and beer." She emphasized the 'I' at the beginning of the sentence. Ardelia still had to get used to living by herself.
The younger cop, John, the one who had comforted her earlier, spoke up, "I'll have some lemonade, what about you Gus?" John asked the officer that sat beside him. "Whatever," Gus muttered under his breath.
He was an overweight, tired old soul. He had lost his patience, along with his humanity, long ago and never did find them. "Just hurry, we've got business to get down to," he grumbled to Ardelia.
As Ardelia walked into the kitchen, she couldn't help but start daydreaming about John. 'He's so handsome, beautiful sky blue eyes, and short dirty blonde hair,' Ardelia thought to herself, 'The way he comforted me, his caresses were so gentle, he was so caring.'
Her thoughts abruptly ended as John walked into the kitchen and saw her leaning against the partially charred counter. "Are you okay?" He asked her, "I... we were getting worried about you, you've been in here for ten minutes already."
"I am fine... really, I am... I was just lost in thought," Ardelia blushed as John took her hand and started leading her to the living room. "Come on," he said smiling sweetly at her, "Let's get these few questions asked and out of the way."
In the living room, John sat beside Gus and Ardelia sat across from them once again. "Let's start with some simple questions," Gus grumbled, "Where was Clarice when you came home last night?"
"She... she was sitting right here... where I am... right now..." Ardelia responded softly.
"What time did you get home?" John asked, trying to comfort her from three feet away.
"I... I don't know... I was out... probably 11:00 p.m. I wasn't feeling up to partying... so I came home," Ardelia said, holding back tears.
"What was she doing when you got home?" Gus grunted. He wanted this done, and he wanted it done fast, his shift was done in ten minutes.
"Clarice was sleeping. The t.v. set was on, and so was the lamp. I came in and covered her up, then turned off the television, and shut off the light when I walked out of the room," Ardelia said, wiping away the tear that was running down her cheek. She wanted this nightmare to be over.
"What..." Gus started
John cut him off, "Where did she work?"
"She works... worked at... the Boston Pizza... it's... downtown," Ardelia couldn't hardly speak through her tears and frequent gasps for air.
Gus spoke up then, he had found the perfect opportunity to leave, "We've got enough information for now. I can come back tomorrow." Both officers stood to leave, "Go get some rest, and don't worry 'bout your friend. You're in bad enough shape as it is," gus wanted to leave right now.
"Hey Gus, I'll meet you in the car, I just want to make sure she'll be alright," John said to his fellow officer.
Gus responded to this comment grumpily, "Be quick."
After Gus was out of the house, John turned around to look for Ardelia. She wasn't there. "Ardelia... where are you?" John yelled out to her as he ran upstairs. He had thought he had heard a cupboard door slam shut, so he went with his insticts and ran to where he heard the noise. When he found Ardelia, she was sitting on the floor, crying, with a large empty pill bottle in her hand.
Chapter 8: Interogation and Trouble
Ardelia showed the two officers into the living room. "Would you like anything to drink?" Delia asked, "We... I have lemonade, milk-1%, water and beer." She emphasized the 'I' at the beginning of the sentence. Ardelia still had to get used to living by herself.
The younger cop, John, the one who had comforted her earlier, spoke up, "I'll have some lemonade, what about you Gus?" John asked the officer that sat beside him. "Whatever," Gus muttered under his breath.
He was an overweight, tired old soul. He had lost his patience, along with his humanity, long ago and never did find them. "Just hurry, we've got business to get down to," he grumbled to Ardelia.
As Ardelia walked into the kitchen, she couldn't help but start daydreaming about John. 'He's so handsome, beautiful sky blue eyes, and short dirty blonde hair,' Ardelia thought to herself, 'The way he comforted me, his caresses were so gentle, he was so caring.'
Her thoughts abruptly ended as John walked into the kitchen and saw her leaning against the partially charred counter. "Are you okay?" He asked her, "I... we were getting worried about you, you've been in here for ten minutes already."
"I am fine... really, I am... I was just lost in thought," Ardelia blushed as John took her hand and started leading her to the living room. "Come on," he said smiling sweetly at her, "Let's get these few questions asked and out of the way."
In the living room, John sat beside Gus and Ardelia sat across from them once again. "Let's start with some simple questions," Gus grumbled, "Where was Clarice when you came home last night?"
"She... she was sitting right here... where I am... right now..." Ardelia responded softly.
"What time did you get home?" John asked, trying to comfort her from three feet away.
"I... I don't know... I was out... probably 11:00 p.m. I wasn't feeling up to partying... so I came home," Ardelia said, holding back tears.
"What was she doing when you got home?" Gus grunted. He wanted this done, and he wanted it done fast, his shift was done in ten minutes.
"Clarice was sleeping. The t.v. set was on, and so was the lamp. I came in and covered her up, then turned off the television, and shut off the light when I walked out of the room," Ardelia said, wiping away the tear that was running down her cheek. She wanted this nightmare to be over.
"What..." Gus started
John cut him off, "Where did she work?"
"She works... worked at... the Boston Pizza... it's... downtown," Ardelia couldn't hardly speak through her tears and frequent gasps for air.
Gus spoke up then, he had found the perfect opportunity to leave, "We've got enough information for now. I can come back tomorrow." Both officers stood to leave, "Go get some rest, and don't worry 'bout your friend. You're in bad enough shape as it is," gus wanted to leave right now.
"Hey Gus, I'll meet you in the car, I just want to make sure she'll be alright," John said to his fellow officer.
Gus responded to this comment grumpily, "Be quick."
After Gus was out of the house, John turned around to look for Ardelia. She wasn't there. "Ardelia... where are you?" John yelled out to her as he ran upstairs. He had thought he had heard a cupboard door slam shut, so he went with his insticts and ran to where he heard the noise. When he found Ardelia, she was sitting on the floor, crying, with a large empty pill bottle in her hand.