It had been a long tiring day. Being questioned at the police station was upsetting for almost anyone. Being questioned about something I knew absolutely nothing about, was incredibly draining. It was pretty damn insulting to keep getting interrogated about things I had nothing to do with. I had been held for questioning twice now, first with Jessica and now McKayla. It twisted my heart to know that anyone would even believe me capable of hurting anyone, let alone those two.
I sighed. It always seemed to be a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Then again, in my own defense, the only reason I had been at the condo today was because Mickey’s mom had called me and asked me to be there. The last time I had seen her, McKayla had made it perfectly clear that she wanted nothing to do with me so I’d been trying to keep my distance.
Crap, I thought, now I had to figure out how to get back to McKayla’s so that I could get my car. I kicked at a rock on the otherwise clean sidewalk and watched as it skittered away. It wasn’t too terribly far from here, so I figured that I’d walk it. Maybe it would give me time to clear my head.
As they so often did, my thoughts turned to the Casen sisters. I had been friends with Jessica for as long as I could remember, but it had always been Mickey who stole my breath away. First I had been too scared to approach her. There had been me the gawky, geeky friend of her older sister and then there had been her, the beautiful vivacious baby of the Casen household. Then as we had gotten older, I had been too close to both her and her family. It had seemed almost incestuous the way I had loved her. It wasn’t until about a year ago, just a few months before she had died, that I had finally gotten the nerve to talk to Jessica about my feelings for her sister.
She had laughed, I thought, remembering back to that conversation. When I had glared at her she had held up her hands in surrender. “It’s just that I’ve always known how you felt about Kay,” she had explained. “I’m surprised that no one else does.”
“That’s because everyone thinks I’m in love with you,” I’d teased.
She had pretended to gag and then looked at me seriously. “You should tell her how you feel Spencer. Trust me you two are made for each other.”
Made for each other.
Those words played over and over again in my head, teasing me with their promises; promises that I knew now could never be kept. Mickey didn’t want me. On the contrary, she thought I had killed her sister and now she was certain that I was out to get her. If I hadn’t been so destroyed by it, I would have been laughing.
I had reached the condo and looked up at her windows, light blazing in the darkness, and squeezed my eyes shut. The temptation to see her, to talk to her, to hear her laugh was almost too strong to ignore. Trying to keep my resolve, I kept walking until my hand was pulling the handle of my truck. It didn’t budge. It was locked.
Digging through my pockets I tried to locate my keys and with another long drawn out sigh, I admitted that I didn’t have them. “Must have fallen out when the cops were detaining me,” I mumbled out loud. Determined to find them, I turned back toward the condo.
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