F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1) (18 page)

“I’m Detective Roland Sherwood and this is
Detective Genevieve Seals. I’m sure you know what happened to your
ex-girlfriend Felicity Gains?” Sherwood asked.

Sloan lowered his head. “Yeah, I do.
Everyone knows.”

They all sat down on the sofa, with Sherwood
and Seals on one sofa, and Sloan and Lydia on the other sofa
adjacent to them.

“Well, we’re here to find out if you have
any information about what happened to her last night. Did you see
her or talk to her anytime last night?” Sherwood asked.

“No, I didn’t,” Sloan replied. “The last
time I saw her was on Friday night.”

“This past Friday night?” Sherwood
asked.

“Yeah,” Sloan replied.

“And where did you see her?” Seals
asked.

“Moves. It’s a teen nightclub on the
northwest side of the city. I rarely go there. That was only my
second or third time going there,” Sloan replied.

“Did you interact with Felicity?” Sherwood
asked.

“Yeah, and only because she came up to me.
She seemed happy and happy to see me for some reason, even though I
broke up with her the week before. She would always call me her
bae, but I never felt like I was her bae because of all the fuckery
she caused,” Sloan said.

“Can you give us some examples?” Seals
asked.

Sloan sighed. “She would always cheat on me,
post pictures on social media half-naked, and always invited
attention from other guys, even though she was with me. I warned
her about what she was doing and that we weren’t gonna be together
anymore if she kept doing what she was doing, but it just went
through one ear and out the other. I concluded that she wasn’t
worth it and broke up with her in the morning at school. After
school that same day, I found out that she cheated on me with a guy
who goes to our school.”

“Do you know who that guy is?” Seals
asked.

Lydia looked at Sloan.

“No, I don’t,” Sloan lied.

Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

Sloan sighed again. “Felicity cheated on me
with so many guys I didn’t even keep track and didn’t want to.
That’s why we’re not together anymore. I just had to let her go
because she wasn’t serious about our relationship. It was obvious
that she cared more about herself and her dire need for fun and
attention that she could give a damn about us as a couple.”

“I understand. So, where were you last
night?” Sherwood asked.

“Here,” Sloan lied. “It was raining so I
decided to just stay here. I had a couple of friends over and we
just played video games and watched movies.”

“Who are your friends that were over here?”
Seals asked.

“Miles and Roth,” Sloan replied.

Sherwood and Seals wrote down their
names.

Sloan stared at the ground as Lydia stared
at him.

“Who’s your ex, Sloan?” Seals asked.

Sloan stared at her as if she was kidding.
“Felicity! You know that,” he replied.

Seals continued to stare at him. “Yeah, I
know.”

Sherwood closed his notepad. “Well, I think
we’re done here. Here’s my cards,” he said to Sloan and Lydia, as
he gave each of them one; Seals did the same. “If you have any
information about who could be involved in what happened to your
ex-girlfriend, Sloan, please let us know. Call, text, or e-mail us
anytime, all of our information is on the cards.”

Sloan nodded as he looked down at the
cards.

Minutes later, as Sherwood and Seals drove
down the street away from Sloan’s house, they talked about their
talk with Sloan and Lydia.

“He’s hiding something,” Sherwood said. “I
knew it the second I saw him.”

“Definitely,” Seals replied. “And I guess he
didn’t get it at all when I was asking him who was his ex. Of
course he thought I was talking about Felicity, but who I was
really talking about was Willow Hartman. Do you think he knew
that?”

“It’s hard to tell,” Sherwood said. “You
really caught him off-guard with asking him that. It was definitely
meant to confuse him and it really did.”

Seals nodded with a grin. “Yeah, it did. Why
didn’t he mention Willow? I wonder if the two of them had some kind
of involvement in what happened to Felicity? You know, like trying
to get rid of her so they could be together once again and don’t
have to be bothered with all of her fuckery and wanting him
back?”

“Anything’s possible,” Sherwood said. “Let’s
get some lunch and then see if we can catch up with this Carson
from the club.”

“Sounds good,” Seals said. “Oh, and did you
notice how Sloan didn’t even ask us how Felicity was? She could’ve
been dead and he wouldn’t have known it. I mean, she’s his ex and
he broke up with her, but I would think that he would care about
her a little to want to know her condition.”

“Yeah, I noticed how he didn’t ask about
her, either, just out of respect at least. I mean, he liked her at
some point since they were together. But his mom didn’t ask about
her, either.”

“I noticed that, too,” Seals said. She
looked down at her phone, and gasped! “Oh, wow! Look what just
showed up on my social media feed!” She gave her phone to him.

Sherwood looked at the picture at a
stoplight. “You’ve got to be kidding me! So someone is saying that
these four girls go to school with Felicity, and this is a picture
of them at her house earlier yesterday and they threatened to kill
her while they were there?! Who sent this picture to you?”

“I don’t know, but I’m
gonna find out! I’ll send this person a private message when we get
to the restaurant,” Seals pledged. “It says that the four girls are
Jackie Briggs, Cherie Landry, Trina Pratt, and
Willow Hartman
!”

“You’re kidding!” Sherwood
said, trying to act like this didn’t shock him. “Looks like Sloan
is definitely hiding something about his ex, his ex
Willow,
that
is.”

“Oh, for sure!” Seals replied. “Looks like
we got another lead . . . and four more suspects.”

Back at Sloan’s house, he sat in his room
playing video games. Lydia walked in. She stared at him. He looked
up at her and then paused his game. “What, Mom?”

“Why did you lie to them?” she asked.

“What? What do you mean? I didn’t lie to
them!”

“YES YOU DID!” she shouted.
She stood right in front of him, blocking his view of the TV.
“Sloan, this is serious.
You know you lied
to them
about being here the whole time
last night. I know you weren’t here because
I was here
.”

“Yeah, but they don’t know
that!” he angrily replied. “Look, I had
nothing
to do with what happened to
Felicity last night, okay? And I don’t want them thinking that I
had something to do with it! You know how those fuckin’ cops are,
they always blame the boyfriend, husband, ex-boyfriend, ex-husband
first! We’re always the first in line to be blamed! You know how
this shit goes, Mom!”

“Yeah, I know how it goes, Sloan, and I just
don’t want you lying to them because eventually they’ll find out
that you are! Are you sure you didn’t see Felicity at all since
Friday?”

He stared at her. “Not at all.”

She sighed. “Look, honey. I
don’t want those cops coming back to this house. I’m a single mom
trying to raise you and your younger sister the best I can since
your father and I divorced. I don’t need this; we don’t need this.
I didn’t like Felicity at all because she was a fuck girl — and you
know how much I told you that when you were with her — but if you
did talk to her last night and the two of you got into a fight at
her home and it got out of control and led to what happened to her
then please tell me
now
! And
please
tell those cops as well!”

“I haven’t seen Felicity since Friday night
at Moves and that’s all I’m gonna say about it, Mom, because that’s
the fuckin’ truth.”

“And I know you were
anywhere but here last night, Sloan, and
that’s
the fuckin’ truth!” she
replied.

He stared down at the floor; he refused to
say anything.

She sighed again. “Look, honey, I’m just
trying to protect you, okay? You’re a great young man, Sloan.
You’re handsome, nice and intelligent, and you have a future
whether it’s in football or not, but you have one, unlike someone
like Felicity who will never be anything more than what she is now
. . . if she survives, and I hope she does so at least she’ll have
the opportunity to prove me and everyone else wrong about her. But
I only care about you and I’ll do anything in this world to protect
you, remember that, because I’ll be damned if you lose out on a
bright and promising future over some fuck girl.”

He slightly smiled. “I know, Mom.”

She walked towards his
door; she turned around. “Oh, and one more thing.
Be very careful
about
what you say to anyone about Felicity or anyone else from now on
because you never know where what you say may end up because you
know how people like to twist words, lie, blame others, and will do
anything for attention — your ex knows all about that. So I suggest
not talking to anyone about Felicity on social media until all of
this blows over, and that can’t be soon enough.”

“I agree, Mom,” he replied.

She nodded, and then left his room and shut
the door behind her.

He picked up his phone. “Hey . . . look, the
cops were at my house not long ago. We need to talk . . . .”

Chapter 19

J
ackie, Cherie, and Trina sat in a meeting room in the
administration office at school. It was Monday morning in the
middle of first period, and they were called to the office
personally by Principal Henderson. They all sat on the same side of
the table, and talked about why they were sitting in
here.

“Look, I’m not gonna lie, you two, I’m
scared,” Cherie said.

Jackie and Trina sighed as they looked down
at the table.

“Don’t the two of you have anything to say?!
We could be in a lot of trouble over a fuckin’ picture! We didn’t
have anything to do with what happened to Felicity!”

“And they know they can’t prove that we did.
They just wanna talk to us, that’s all. They know that we didn’t do
anything. And you’re right, Cherie, what can they really get out of
that picture other than the fact that we were over Felicity’s
house?” Trina said.

“Yeah, but there’s,
like,
millions
of
houses that look like that in this city. How did they know that it
was Felicity’s?” Cherie asked.

“They don’t know for sure. Look, if we all
stick together then they won’t get to us. They don’t have any proof
that we were over there that day, now do they? That picture doesn’t
tell as much as they’re gonna try and make us think it does, and
that’s what they’re gonna try and do, I know it,” Trina said. “Oh,
and where the fuck is Willow?”

“When I find that out I’m gonna kick her
ass,” Jackie declared, as she stared at down at the table.

Cherie and Trina looked at Jackie in
shock.

“Why?” Cherie asked.

“Why not? Where the fuck is she? Why are
just the three of us sitting in here and she’s not? She was also in
that fuckin’ picture!” Jackie said.

Cherie and Trina looked at each other, and
then at Jackie.

There was a knock on the door. It opened to
Principal Henderson, along with Detective Sherwood and Detective
Seals. “Girls, this is Detective Sherwood and Detective Seals.
They’re working on Felicity’s case. Now you already told me and
your parents that you would fully cooperate with the investigation,
now I want you to tell them that,” she said.

Jackie, Cherie, and Trina slightly
nodded.

Principal Henderson left the room and closed
the door behind her.

“Girls, we don’t want to keep you in here
all day, okay? So the more you cooperate with us then the sooner
you can leave,” Sherwood said.

The girls glared at him.

Seals pulled a folder out
of her bag. She pulled out three enlarged pictures and gave one to
each of them along with a pen. “In front of you is the reason why
we wanted to talk to you all. I want you all to write the first and
last names of the girls in this picture below where they’re
standing, and then sign it where the
X
is. You know you all see yourselves
in that picture, so don’t forget to include your own
names.”

The girls sighed as they
glared at their picture that was in front of each of them. They
shot each other quick glances, as if they were waiting for one of
them to make the first move in identifying themselves in this
picture standing outside of Felicity’s house. Jackie sighed, picked
up her pen, and identified Willow, first; Cherie, second; Trina,
third; and herself last. She signed it next to the
X
and then shoved the
picture back to Seals. Cherie and Trina followed suit, by
identifying Willow first, and then themselves last. They signed the
picture next to the
X
, and then gave the pictures back to Seals.

“Thank you, girls,” Seals said with a slight
grin. She put the pictures in the folder.

“So, when was this picture taken?” Sherwood
asked.

“About two weeks ago,” Jackie replied. “I
forgot what day it was.”

“And why were the four of you over at
Felicity’s?” Sherwood asked.

“We just wanted to talk to her,” Jackie
replied.

“About what?” Seals asked.

Jackie sighed as she tried to figure out
what she wanted to say.