Bleeding Hearts, chapter 15
"MR. DIRNT!" I groaned and rolled over in my bed. It was 5:30 in the morning and some one was shouting my name from out side. I walked over to the window and looked out. A police officer was standing there knocking on my door furiously.
"What the hell do you want?" I asked rudely.
"A chat," he said equally rudely.
I sighed. "Wait one second. I need to get dressed." I slammed the window shut and pulled on some clothes. I walked down stairs and put some coffee on. I went back up stairs and did my hair painfully slowly. I didn't appreciate being woken up this early so I wasn't really in the mood for being convenient. Once I was completely ready and had pored my coffee I opened the door. The policeman was not looking very amused but I certainly was by the look on his face. "What?" I asked.
"Can I please come in?"
I shook my head. "No. You do not have permission to enter my house?"
He sighed. "Why not?"
I smiled. "Because I feel like being inconvenient by letting you stay out in the cold while I stay nice and warm in my house." I left the door open and went to sit on the foot of the stairs, which faced the door.
The policeman swore loudly with anger.
"LANGUAGE!" I warned. "There are young children in this neighbourhood."
He smirked. "I feel sorry for them having to live near you."
I rolled my eyes. I hated it when people smiled before throwing insults and pathetic ones at that. It was as if they thought they had just thought of something amazing but they hadn't. "Are you actually here for a reason of just to throw rubbish insults at me?"
He shook his head. "You're so pathetic aren't you? You and your band mates are a load of sell out losers."
I rose from my sitting position on the foot of the stairs and walked over to him. He was quite short and I towered over him. "Sorry. Say that again. I didn't quite hear."
He seemed to have lost his nerves and sort of cowered away. "Er... I said I n-need to talk to you."
I smiled. "Good. I thought you were insulting the band. 'Cause I get angry when people do that. We gave up ours lives for that band and if you call us sell outs then it shows how ignorant you are so I'm glad to hear you weren't bitching about it." He swallowed hard and nodded. "Now then. What did you want to say?"
I walked back into the house and sat back down.
He took a deep breath and started to talk. "Since Mr. Cool drove off the bridge a couple of nights ago we have been tracking yours and Mr. Armstrong's calls and e-mails. It seems that you have had several chats with a Miss Grace May the twin sister of Greta May who died several years back and had a very close relationship with Mr. Cool and was the mother of Janet May, Mr. Cool's daughter who killed herself a few days ago," he took out a note pad.
"Now this is were things get very interesting. Grace has had several scrapes with the law before. She has done a variety of different things including selling her body for drugs and money and hiding convicted criminals. She has one daughter named Rose who has often been questioned by the police about her mother and she claims that her mother is a 'slag' and a 'whore' And using her own words, 'She has slept with so many men that she has managed to narrow it down to a short list of 23 men of who my father could be.'
Like I said she has helped hide convicted criminals and Mr. Cool disappeared this morning shortly after Gavin died. He was the one who drove the car into the water and could therefore of been tried with murder. And seeing that you a friend of Mr. Cool have been getting in contact with her and she had quite a close connection with Mr. Cool it is quite possible that she has taken him somewhere. We need to take you down the station for question and we also need Mr. Armstrong. Will you please leave the house?"
I looked at him completely gob smacked. I had no idea they had been tracking my calls. If they found out I had done this I could get into a lot of trouble and now Tre had gone missing. Maybe doing this wasn't such a good idea after all.
"What the hell do you want?" I asked rudely.
"A chat," he said equally rudely.
I sighed. "Wait one second. I need to get dressed." I slammed the window shut and pulled on some clothes. I walked down stairs and put some coffee on. I went back up stairs and did my hair painfully slowly. I didn't appreciate being woken up this early so I wasn't really in the mood for being convenient. Once I was completely ready and had pored my coffee I opened the door. The policeman was not looking very amused but I certainly was by the look on his face. "What?" I asked.
"Can I please come in?"
I shook my head. "No. You do not have permission to enter my house?"
He sighed. "Why not?"
I smiled. "Because I feel like being inconvenient by letting you stay out in the cold while I stay nice and warm in my house." I left the door open and went to sit on the foot of the stairs, which faced the door.
The policeman swore loudly with anger.
"LANGUAGE!" I warned. "There are young children in this neighbourhood."
He smirked. "I feel sorry for them having to live near you."
I rolled my eyes. I hated it when people smiled before throwing insults and pathetic ones at that. It was as if they thought they had just thought of something amazing but they hadn't. "Are you actually here for a reason of just to throw rubbish insults at me?"
He shook his head. "You're so pathetic aren't you? You and your band mates are a load of sell out losers."
I rose from my sitting position on the foot of the stairs and walked over to him. He was quite short and I towered over him. "Sorry. Say that again. I didn't quite hear."
He seemed to have lost his nerves and sort of cowered away. "Er... I said I n-need to talk to you."
I smiled. "Good. I thought you were insulting the band. 'Cause I get angry when people do that. We gave up ours lives for that band and if you call us sell outs then it shows how ignorant you are so I'm glad to hear you weren't bitching about it." He swallowed hard and nodded. "Now then. What did you want to say?"
I walked back into the house and sat back down.
He took a deep breath and started to talk. "Since Mr. Cool drove off the bridge a couple of nights ago we have been tracking yours and Mr. Armstrong's calls and e-mails. It seems that you have had several chats with a Miss Grace May the twin sister of Greta May who died several years back and had a very close relationship with Mr. Cool and was the mother of Janet May, Mr. Cool's daughter who killed herself a few days ago," he took out a note pad.
"Now this is were things get very interesting. Grace has had several scrapes with the law before. She has done a variety of different things including selling her body for drugs and money and hiding convicted criminals. She has one daughter named Rose who has often been questioned by the police about her mother and she claims that her mother is a 'slag' and a 'whore' And using her own words, 'She has slept with so many men that she has managed to narrow it down to a short list of 23 men of who my father could be.'
Like I said she has helped hide convicted criminals and Mr. Cool disappeared this morning shortly after Gavin died. He was the one who drove the car into the water and could therefore of been tried with murder. And seeing that you a friend of Mr. Cool have been getting in contact with her and she had quite a close connection with Mr. Cool it is quite possible that she has taken him somewhere. We need to take you down the station for question and we also need Mr. Armstrong. Will you please leave the house?"
I looked at him completely gob smacked. I had no idea they had been tracking my calls. If they found out I had done this I could get into a lot of trouble and now Tre had gone missing. Maybe doing this wasn't such a good idea after all.
