Bombs

I drop to the floor and cover my head. Several others do likewise. I can feel tears rubbing down my face, I hope everyone got out of the buildings. After a few moments of silence, Alex and I are split up and taken into interrogation rooms. Handcuffed, may I add.

"I need you tell me everything you know about this. Your texts deleted, so you are all we've got," the Detective says.

"Um, okay... So, my first text said something along the lines of 'Hey! I'm the murderer, but don't tell anyone.' So, naturally I blew it off as a prank. Then, I got another. There was a picture of me naked, having, uh, discourse with my boyfriend at the time. So, then it got worse. More and more bad things, death threats, photos, lies, and stuff were being sent my way. Then, he said he put bombs on my house and the school. He said he'd set them off if I told anyone. He did, obviously," I say.

"Do you know who the second girl is?" The Detective pushes.

"Yes," Is my answer. I don't elaborate, I shouldn't.

"Who is it?" He asks, serious.

     I don't want to answer. It scares me. I don't want him to know without telling Avery first. I should have lied, I should have said, "I don't know." I didn't so I was faced with the reality.

"Who is the second girl?" The detective asks again, after I stayed silent.

      I don't answer again. The Detective's short patience and annoyance of my is almost palpable. He shifts in his chair before groaning.

"Answer the damn question, Ms. Rose. It's a criminal offense to withhold information from the police."

"I know. Can I call her to tell her I'm telling you?"

He nods, and I call her. She answer immediately. I explain what happened and she reluctantly agrees.

"Avery Kaminsky," I answer after our phone call.

He writes down her name and decides to leave the room. I shiver in my chair. It's cold in here. I think more about what my brother said, 'Do right what the people in Pretty Little
Liars did wrong.' He had a point, so I listened. I told the police, but this is turning out like Scream where the police didn't help. Not like Pretty Little Liars goes right. I lean back in my chair and hope for things to change.

    A new detective walks in and tips his hat, "I'm Detective Moscow."

I smile at him, "Hi."

    He sits in the chair and flips through his notebook. He takes the box he entered with. I watch intently.

"We assume this is from the murderer. The bomb squad already checked it. It magically appeared at the door in the chaos."

I keep my eyes on the box as he cuts it open. The tape on the box is clear with a blue tint, just as the other packages I received were. He pulls the tabs apart and laughs. He grabs a stack of papers. On top is a sticky note, it's on bold print. I can see it from here, it reads:

Oh, Detectives... I don't only have stuff on Ruby, Alex and Avery. There's at least three pictures for everyone in the department that doesn't make you look so good. Go ahead, burn them. I have more copies along with things that aren't in this pile.

-Your Friend<3

He shakes his head and spreads out the pile. From here I can see at least four smut images, serval conversations that I don't know why they are bad, a couple of text screen shots, some drug photos, and a few drunk photos. He picks up one photo and laughs at it. When he sets it back on the table I can see him making out with a woman. I wonder who.

He gathers the papers once more, "Ah, the sweet smell of threats."

"Yeah..." I mutter.

"So, questioning right. Do you know who the murderer is?" He questions.

"No? I wouldn't be sitting here if I did." I say.

"Me either. Thought I'd give it a shot. Your phone is being recovered by IT," He says.

    The Detective is odd. He's quiet and awkward. His body language is stiff and awkward. He's just awkward. There is no other way to put it.

"Oh, your father is on his way," he says.

     Great. Absolutely fan-freaking-tastic. I sigh. He flips through the papers some more, laughing occasionally. He holds them so I can't see them. After what felt like ten minutes of silence accompanied by quiet giggling from the detective my father walks in. My mother is on FaceTime. She's at work.

"Hello, Mr. Rose." The Detective says.

"Hello, Detective." My father says, giving me the death glare.

"So, as you may of heard, your daughter has been receiving text messages and packages from murderer," Detective Moscow says.

My father gives no sympathy. He simply shifts position and waits for me to explain myself. I don't. Moscow decides to continue my interrogation.

"Who is Alex to you?" Moscow asks.

"He's a guy I met, we were going to go on a date, but than he called about text messages, so we ended up here," I explain.

I'm asked to elaborate, so I do. I explain to him that we met in Concord and I accidentally confessed about my texts and packages. It's needless to say my father was not happy I told a complete stranger before him. I tell him how he asked for my number and proceeded to invite me for coffee. I inform him that I agreed, but before the date he called. I explain his call. I do not mention the part where I skipped school to go shopping, snuck out, went to a club underage, and pretended to sleep with him to fool Avery. Oops.

"Okay, that's the same as his story," Moscow says.

Alex and I are released soon. We see Avery walk in as we leave.

"Bitches," She says as we pass her.

I giggle, my father does not.

Alex nudges me, "She's a great friend."

I walk to Alex's car, but my father drags me the opposite way. I groan as he mumbles something about me being grounded for eternity. Luckily, he was still unaware of my reasons for hiding it other than the bombs. (My not so honorable photos...) He also has no idea about the night I met Alex, it's not like either of those things would make my punishment any worse. Lying to my parents and withholding information to the police was enough for my parents to ground me until I graduated. I was also soon informed that the explosions were at my school, but no where else. The police found bombs and disarmed them at our houses. So, we went home. My mother was already home when we got there. My brother was apparently sent to get my car from Alex's dorm's parking lot. I expected her to berate me the second I walked in the door. That is not what happened. My mother's always been more sympathetic than my father. I think that's true for most families. She immediately pulls me into a hug.

"I'm sorry, baby" She says.

"Me too."

    In the middle of our hug, the door rings. I pull away and walk towards it. I unlock the door, cautiously as I see no one waiting. There's a small package waiting for me. I look up after grabbing it. Ahead, I see every person on my street holding an almost identical box. I take the box to my kitchen counter, "Oh gosh." I get two texts, one from Alex and one from Avery. Both saying, I just got a box.

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