Spoiler
What has happened so far, you ask?
I answer.
Isabella Marie is a seventeen year old girl, who is also a stripper, working at the club, Delightful. The novel opened with a shoot out at the club, and a dancer, Lana Goodwill was revealed as missing. The next day at school, she made out with a guy, Jacob, and now she's at home.
I answer.
Isabella Marie is a seventeen year old girl, who is also a stripper, working at the club, Delightful. The novel opened with a shoot out at the club, and a dancer, Lana Goodwill was revealed as missing. The next day at school, she made out with a guy, Jacob, and now she's at home.
4
His living space is the fourth floor of the house. It has that distinct boy smell that I love. He leads me to his bedroom, which has clothes littering the floor. I step gingerly around the articles and sit on the messily made bed.
“So.” I say slowly. Jacob sits next to my and runs a hand through my hair. Then, before I know it, his lips are on mine.
I am not a slut. What is wrong with a few innocent kisses?
Cigarette smoke is on his breath. He slipped his hands under my shirt, inching up towards my bra.
I am not a slut. We didn’t go all the way.
My shirt joins the mess on the floor, revealing my lacy bra. My jeans, however, remain on. My heart is racing, my mind whirring. In the back of my head, I know this is exactly where I want to be.
Then the doorbell rings.
We both stop, and curse. He gets up, passes me my shirt, and exits his bedroom. I hear him rush down the stairs.
“Isabella?” Jacob reapers at the door of his room, “um, the police are here for you.” I stand up, my heart racing. The shootout at the club. Jacob had made me totally forget. My heart squeezed as I remembered Lana.
“Yup.” I say, stonefaced. I brush past him, kissing him quickly on the cheek.
“Don’t worry,” I say, “I’ll be fine.” Then I rush down the stairs.
The police are waiting for me at the front door. One is female, small and stocky, the other is large, well-built and African-American.
“Isabella Marie Hererra?” the woman asks. I stare at her. Hererra? Is that my last name? Nothing special.
“Yes ma’am.” I say, with a small, nervous smile.
“We want to take you in for questioning on the shootout at Delightful last night.” The man continues. I nod, swallowing heavily. I hope they don’t suspect me of anything.
I’m taken down the driveway, and put into the back of a cop car.
“Are you taking me down town?” I ask. No answer. I guess it’s obvious.
I watch the streets as they pass by, staring at the homeless people, looking at drunken people stumbling across roads. I giggle quietly. Watching drunken people has always been a source of amusement for me.
The car pulls up at the downtown station, and I unlock the door. The female officer gets out of car, and opens the door for me. I climb out, looking around. The building is bland and grey, with ‘Grey Police Station’ above the doors. The male officer leads me towards the front doors, and waits for me to walk over.
“You don’t suspect me of anything, do you?” I ask. He laughs.
“If we suspected you of anything, we would have cuffed you.” He said, then entered the building. I wait a second, to calm my beating heart. Then I push the door open and stride through, not letting my nervousness show.
They escort me to a room that is metal and gray. Already lined up are Kaitlyn Anders, Julia McFarlane, and Esme Carters, also known as, wrath, sloth and avarice.
“Hey, darlin’.” Esme says. Her voice is rough and harsh. She’s a smoker, “d’you know why were here?”
“Because of Lana.” I say. “She is still missing.” I sit down beside black-haired Kaitlyn, who sneers at me and turns her knees away, so we aren’t touching. The female officer takes a seat in front of us and pulls out a folder.
“I know, this isn’t ordinary.” She begins.
“I know.” Julia mutters. She’s the only one of us girls who’s been arrested. She pushed a lock of dark blonde hair behind her ear and leans forward. The female officer sends her a look.
“We want to find Miss Goodwell as fast as possible.” The officer continues. The man sits beside her.
“My name is Officer Brian, that’s Officer Perry.” He says. “Let’s begin.”
I can sympathize with her because with the brief details you've given us, it's clear that she doesn't have a nice home life. A drunken mother, unknown father, could soon be evicted from her house.