Liz was standing in her office, her deputy’s surrounding her. She was briefing them about the murder last night. Caroline was standing outside, making sure her mother couldn’t see her, and kept her ears wide open.
“The boy’s name’s Derek Janders. He was Amber Lindy’s boyfriend. Amber’s the girl that lived there. According to Mrs. Lindy Amber had been acting off earlier that day. She came home, wrecked, like she was sexually assaulted. Mrs. Lindy insisted Amber to report this, but Amber became aggressive and violent. She threw Mrs. Lindy on the ground and then basically robbed the fridge, because- and Mrs. Lindy quotes her daughter: ‘I’m freaking starving here!’ After eating the whole fridge content Amber’s still hungry and took it out on Mrs. Lindy, punching her a few times in the face and compelling her to lie about it to Mr. Lindy; later she would tell him she’d ran through a glass door. Amber went upstairs to her room and from what Mrs. Lindy could hear she was trashing her room. It started raining and Mrs. Lindy heard her daughter screaming ‘Turn off the noise, my head’s exploding’ A few hours later Mr. Lindy came home. He asked his wife what happened, she told him the glass door story. He went upstairs to see Amber, saw the ruined room, noticed the window was open and Amber missing. This morning we got a call from Mr. Lindy saying his daughter’s boyfriend committed suicide in their shag” Liz paused and took a deep breath. “I find it hard to believe, though”
One of her deputy’s raised his hand. “Why? We found the letter. He writes about his parents, how their death affected him. Friends of him said he was on something. It’s not that unexpected”
“Maybe not” Liz replied. “But there are too many factors that exclude suicide. For starters, he gave Amber a bracelet the same morning, so things must have been going quite well between them. Second, why would he hang himself in the shag next to the house where Amber lives? The letter says he ‘loved her so much’. Killing yourself nearby your girlfriend isn’t very love expressing, is it? And last, but not least, why did Amber take off the same night and where is she now?”
Caroline, who had absorbed every little detail into her memory, understood her mother didn’t know more and flashed away.
“The boy’s name’s Derek Janders. He was Amber Lindy’s boyfriend. Amber’s the girl that lived there. According to Mrs. Lindy Amber had been acting off earlier that day. She came home, wrecked, like she was sexually assaulted. Mrs. Lindy insisted Amber to report this, but Amber became aggressive and violent. She threw Mrs. Lindy on the ground and then basically robbed the fridge, because- and Mrs. Lindy quotes her daughter: ‘I’m freaking starving here!’ After eating the whole fridge content Amber’s still hungry and took it out on Mrs. Lindy, punching her a few times in the face and compelling her to lie about it to Mr. Lindy; later she would tell him she’d ran through a glass door. Amber went upstairs to her room and from what Mrs. Lindy could hear she was trashing her room. It started raining and Mrs. Lindy heard her daughter screaming ‘Turn off the noise, my head’s exploding’ A few hours later Mr. Lindy came home. He asked his wife what happened, she told him the glass door story. He went upstairs to see Amber, saw the ruined room, noticed the window was open and Amber missing. This morning we got a call from Mr. Lindy saying his daughter’s boyfriend committed suicide in their shag” Liz paused and took a deep breath. “I find it hard to believe, though”
One of her deputy’s raised his hand. “Why? We found the letter. He writes about his parents, how their death affected him. Friends of him said he was on something. It’s not that unexpected”
“Maybe not” Liz replied. “But there are too many factors that exclude suicide. For starters, he gave Amber a bracelet the same morning, so things must have been going quite well between them. Second, why would he hang himself in the shag next to the house where Amber lives? The letter says he ‘loved her so much’. Killing yourself nearby your girlfriend isn’t very love expressing, is it? And last, but not least, why did Amber take off the same night and where is she now?”
Caroline, who had absorbed every little detail into her memory, understood her mother didn’t know more and flashed away.
The sun fell on Amber’s face and she woke up by the heat of it. She rubbed her eyes, trying to orientate, as she saw a man sitting next to her. He looked familiar. As she tried to recall she felt an insistent pain in her neck. She lay her hand on it, to see what it was. “I bit you, that’s why you’re in pain” Stefan explained. Amber looked at him. “Who are you?” she asked, crawling backwards. Stefan reached out his hand. “I’m here to help you” he said softly. Amber shook her head. “No, stay away from me!” she said terrified. Stefan didn’t move an inch. “You need help. You’re in transition, it’s not a nice feeling if you don’t feed anytime soon. I bet you’re starving” he said. Amber shook her head heavily as her stomach rattled. “I’m going home” she said with a breaking voice. “Leave me alone!” She scribbled up and staggered away from Stefan.
Zoey woke up in a hospital bed. She wasn’t happy to be there. Crowley had taken away her angel powers and she was completely human again.
She walked to the door and opened it. She came face to face with a guardian.
“Miss Allen, where are you going?” the guardian asked.
“What is this?” Zoey frowned. “Why is there police guarding my room?”
“I’m just following orders, Miss Allen” the guardian answered. “My boss has a few questions for you”
“Then I guess you should call him” Zoey said and she walked back into her room.
She walked to the window and opened it. Her room was on ground floor, so she didn’t have to climb that deep. She swung her leg over the edge, followed by her other leg. She jumped and landed on the pavers. She turned around and ran away.
She walked to the door and opened it. She came face to face with a guardian.
“Miss Allen, where are you going?” the guardian asked.
“What is this?” Zoey frowned. “Why is there police guarding my room?”
“I’m just following orders, Miss Allen” the guardian answered. “My boss has a few questions for you”
“Then I guess you should call him” Zoey said and she walked back into her room.
She walked to the window and opened it. Her room was on ground floor, so she didn’t have to climb that deep. She swung her leg over the edge, followed by her other leg. She jumped and landed on the pavers. She turned around and ran away.
Meg was browsing through the pages of Daphne’s book, hoping to find something that could prove Cas’ innocence. While she read she listened carefully to hear if Zoey was on her back yet.
Maybe everyone was awake again. After all, the building was full of staff. Meg wasn’t in prison, she was being held custody, until someone told her how long she’d be convicted.
So it was very assumable Zoey had been caught and thrown out. Or maybe she’s been arrested for trying to help Meg escape.
“Hello?!” Meg shouted to be sure.
No respond.
“Is anyone there?” Meg yelled.
Again no answer.
“Zoey!” Meg yelled again.
Complete silence.
“Okay, stay calm” Meg told herself. “Zoey’s just very confused and upset about the trial. She can only think about Alexia, so she forgot about me”
The other theory was that Zoey got killed, because she tried to help Cas.
Maybe everyone was awake again. After all, the building was full of staff. Meg wasn’t in prison, she was being held custody, until someone told her how long she’d be convicted.
So it was very assumable Zoey had been caught and thrown out. Or maybe she’s been arrested for trying to help Meg escape.
“Hello?!” Meg shouted to be sure.
No respond.
“Is anyone there?” Meg yelled.
Again no answer.
“Zoey!” Meg yelled again.
Complete silence.
“Okay, stay calm” Meg told herself. “Zoey’s just very confused and upset about the trial. She can only think about Alexia, so she forgot about me”
The other theory was that Zoey got killed, because she tried to help Cas.
Heather’s upper body was covered with needles and each time Meg thought they’d reached the bottom the needles miraculously piled up.
Heather turned her head carefully to her ex-colleague. “Please, make him stop. I’ve done nothing wrong” she cried quietly.
“You made me a drugs addict” Cas reminded her. “I bashed my own head against a toilet and I almost got Meg killed, because of your needles”
“I’m sorry” Heather said weak. “I just wanted to help you, I swear”
Cas grabbed another needle and drove it in her thy, making Heather moan, which made Meg shiver.
“Don’t you think that’s enough?” she said careful.
“No” Cas snapped back. “It’ll be enough when there are no more needles left”
“But they keep piling up!” Meg exclaimed.
“They’ll stop piling up when the whore’s death” Cas clarified.
Meg shook her head in horror. “What has gotten into you?”
Heather turned her head carefully to her ex-colleague. “Please, make him stop. I’ve done nothing wrong” she cried quietly.
“You made me a drugs addict” Cas reminded her. “I bashed my own head against a toilet and I almost got Meg killed, because of your needles”
“I’m sorry” Heather said weak. “I just wanted to help you, I swear”
Cas grabbed another needle and drove it in her thy, making Heather moan, which made Meg shiver.
“Don’t you think that’s enough?” she said careful.
“No” Cas snapped back. “It’ll be enough when there are no more needles left”
“But they keep piling up!” Meg exclaimed.
“They’ll stop piling up when the whore’s death” Cas clarified.
Meg shook her head in horror. “What has gotten into you?”