“No, we don’t know. In fact, we were wondering if you knew and if there was anyone in particular that’s been accused of doing it,” Seals asked.
Stacia shrugged. “There was this one girl there that I know probably did it,” she said, as she tried to block Felicity’s name out since she knew that they were here to talk to her about her. “Jay, the guy that I met there that night at the club, said that she was a real fuck girl and that he never liked her; he was just being nice to her by giving her some attention every time he was at Moves.”
“Have you and Jay talked to each other since then?” Seals asked, trying to see just how well she knew him.
“Not really. He’s not my boyfriend if that’s what you’re thinking. He’s just a guy that I see at the club when I’m down there for the weekend. There’s nothing even close to serious going on with us, and that Felicity bitch was, like, acting as if I stole him from her. She came up to us while we were dancing and tried to talk to him, but it was clear that he didn’t wanna talk to her. I tried to smile at her, but she looked at me as if I was marked for death. I didn’t get it. I even asked him was he sure he didn’t have anything serious going on with her at some point and he swore to me that he didn’t, so I believed him.”
Seals and Sherwood took notes on their notepads as she explained this to them.
“So do you believe that it was Felicity and only Felicity that could’ve messed up your bag and stole your lipstick?” Seals asked.
“I have no doubt in my mind that it was her. I was getting hated on left and right from girls that first night that I was there, even though I smiled all the time and wanted to appear to be friendly because I am, but I guess they just didn’t wanna give me a chance. But Felicity seemed to have been the absolute worse. It was just something about her that rubbed me the wrong way, and it all started with me giving her a friendly smile and she didn’t even smile back at me. I don’t even know why I went back there again,” Stacia said.
Seals and Sherwood looked at each other.
“And on what night did you go back there?” Sherwood asked.
“Saturday,” Stacia replied. “And I only did because Jay wanted me to.”
“What were you wearing on Saturday?” Sherwood asked.
Stacia looked confused. “A marigold color cashmere sleeveless sweater that draped low in the front, light blue skinny jeans, and hot pink stilettos with gold studs on them.”
“Okay. Well, Stacia, as you know, Felicity Gains was found badly beaten in her bedroom by her parents on Sunday morning, so we’re talking to everyone that she’s had some association with. It’s obvious that the two of you weren’t friends, and if she pulls through this, only she’s able to tell us who did this to her,” Seals said.
“And what does this have to do with me?” Stacia asked.
“Well, she damaged some property of yours. And anyone with any sense would wanna get revenge on someone who does something like that,” Sherwood said. “And not only that, you reported it to the club, and we confirmed your report that not only was your bag messed up, you also had a very expensive lipstick stolen.”
Stacia nodded. “Well, my bag is still being refurbished by the brand that my parents bought it from, and I was able to get another lipstick, but that doesn’t excuse what she did!” she said, trying not to get angry. “Those were gifts from my parents for my sweet sixteen! They thought that I was causing fuckery that night to some girl or girls and they did that to my bag and stole my lipstick to get back at me! They initially blamed me!” she said, as tears began to swell up in her eyes.
Seals and Sherwood looked at each other. They looked at Stacia.
Stacia wiped her eyes. “Look, I know I have no proof that Felicity did this, but even if she did, I wouldn’t go as far as to hurt her this bad over it. It’s just material things and these things can be replaced. I’m not gonna lose my freedom over a fuck girl, no matter how bad she deserves a good ass beating.”
“Well, someone or some people thought that she deserved a very good ass beating, Stacia. I’m glad that you feel that way because you’re right, no one is worth you losing your freedom over,” Seals said.
“Absolutely not,” Stacia said.
Several minutes later, Sherwood and Seals were done interviewing Stacia, and made the two-hundred mile trip back to the city.
Stacia was back in the privacy of her dorm room when she decided to call Jay.
“Hey, baby. So, did they make it up there to talk to you?” he asked, as he stood outside of the cafeteria at his school in an area where no one was around.
She sighed. “Yeah, they left about ten minutes ago. I can’t believe that they drove all the way up here to talk to me about her!”
“Well, they’re cops so that’s what they do. So, did they ask you about me?”
She sighed again. “Yeah, they did.”
“And I hope you didn’t give them any info,” he warned.
“Info about what, Jay? Just remember, that fuck girl ruined my bag and stole my lipstick because she has some psychotic obsession with you and thought that I’d stolen you from her! She didn’t do anything to you!”
“Um, how soon you forget, Stacia!” he said, trying not to get angry as he tried to keep his voice low.
“What are you talking about?!” she asked.
“That bitch called me gay! I’m not gay! That’s total defamation of my character! And she also called you a guy and a tranny! Did you tell those cops that?”
“No, I didn’t,” she replied.
“And why not?”
“I wasn’t thinking about it, and they didn’t bring it up. Maybe they don’t know about it. Look, I didn’t mention anything about you other than the fact that I just met you that night that she was there, and that she came up to you while we were dancing and it seems like she was trying to take your attention away from me. I told them that something didn’t seem right about her, and I believe that she’s the only one at the club that night that could’ve ruined my bag and stole my lipstick. I just said that out of all of those hatin’-ass bitches there that night, she was definitely the worst and she showed it.”
“Yeah, you’re right. But that bitch totally defamed my character! Her calling me gay is everywhere and everyone in my school is still talking about it! I even have gay guys asking me out, saying that it’s okay to admit that I’m gay because they’re here for me!”
Stacia laughed.
“I don’t see anything funny about this! And you should be mad, too!” he angrily replied.
“I am mad, Jay! And you don’t think I had people asking me about her talking shit about me being a guy and a tranny? Even though I’m not on social media, a lot of people from my school are on it and were showing me shit that she was saying and was asking me about what happened to her and did I know if you or anyone else had anything to do with it!”
“And what did you say to them?”
“I just said that anyone could’ve hurt that bitch because she was the ultimate fuck girl. They all know what she did to my bag and stole my lipstick, even though I don’t have proof that it’s her; I know it was her and I told them that, and they believe that it was her, too. I said that if she did that to my personal property just for dancing and socializing with someone that she obviously really liked, then I can imagine what she’s done to other people, therefore leading to what happened to her.”
He shook his head. “Oh, so they think that I could’ve had something to do with what happened to her?”
“No one has said that to me, Jay,” she replied.
“But those motherfuckers are probably thinking it!” he angrily said.
“They don’t know everything, Jay, okay? It’s just shit that they’re seeing around social media. A lot of people at my school follow you on all of your social media pages and they told me they’ve seen all of the pictures that you’ve posted of you and her having a lot of fun at the club.”
“Yeah, and I was gonna take those pictures dow
n, but I had second thoughts about it and said that I would keep them up because I don’t wanna look like I had something to do with what happened to her.”
“Okay, that’s good, Jay. Because if you do start taking stuff down then those cops will suspect something. I have a feeling they’ve been combing the social media pages of everyone who’s had some involvement with Felicity, and anyone who takes stuff down, asks a lot of questions about her, talks too much about her and about what happened to her, is probably very suspect.”
“I know that,” he replied. “So, are you coming back down here this week?”
“No, I can’t,” she informed him.
“Well, why not?” he asked, as he tried not to sound disappointed.
“Because my parents are coming up here to see me this week. They’ll be here all weekend,” she replied.
“Well, okay. Do you think those cops are gonna question me anytime soon?”
“If they questioned me then you should know that they’re gonna question you, so I’ll say that it’s only a matter of time before they do. Just be on guard for suspicious followers on social media and private messages. Even though I’m not on there, I know about that stuff.”
“Yeah, I know you do. And don’t worry because I’m always on guard, especially now. If they wanna talk to me then I’ll talk to them just like how you did because after all, I’m not gonna make them believe that I have something to hide by not talking to them.”
Meanwhile, on the way back to the station, Sherwood and Seals talked about their interrogation with Stacia.
“So, I think Stacia could still be hiding something,” Seals said.
“And what do you think that is?” Sherwood asked.
“I’m not sure. I just think that her and Jay have something more going on than just being club buddies.”
“You mean bosom buddies!” Sherwood laughed.
Seals laughed as she hit him. “Oh, most definitely! But she’s definitely a stuck-up brat, you can tell by her demeanor. I’m not saying she got what she deserved, but she shouldn’t have been surprised that it actually happened, and maybe she’s the type that has gotten away with a lot of shit because why would her parents inadvertently accuse her of being a fuck girl? But I don’t know, we’re trying to figure out who did this to Felicity, not her.”
“Do you really think that Stacia has it in her to do something this bad to someone, even though she told us that she didn’t do it?”
Seals stared out the window. She looked at Sherwood. “Yeah, I think she does have it in her. Anyone is capable of anything.”
“You got that right,” Sherwood replied.
“Do you think she’s pretty?” Seals asked with a slight grin.
Sherwood returned the grin. “There’s a reason why you’re asking me this.”
Seals laughed. “Well, you and I both know what that reason is.”
“Yeah, we do. But first, to answer your question, yeah, I think she’s very pretty; my sons would definitely like her and they always put looks first when it comes to girls, so no, I don’t think she looks like a guy or is really a guy or a tranny.”
“And that’s what I’m surprised at that she didn’t bring up while we were there! She knows she saw that post about Felicity saying that she was really a guy! Now something like that would make any girl mad enough to do the unthinkable! That’s more offensive than her destroying her bag and stealing her lipstick! So she’s definitely hiding something.”
“I gotta agree with that! No girl would want anyone to say they’re a guy when they’re not, so that’s definitely more hurtful than anything to them. And with Felicity also saying that Jay was gay in the same post, well, we know he wasn’t anything nice about that, because a truly straight guy would be mad as hell at someone for saying that about him, unless it was really true.”
“And only Jay knows that, and we’ll find that out when we talk to him,” Seals said. “Oh, and to Stacia again, too.”
Sherwood nodded. “Most definitely.”
Chapter 24
Later on that evening in the hospital where Felicity was at, she laid in the bed still clinging to life. Her parents had gone home for the evening to care for her younger siblings, and Erin had just left as well since visiting hours were over. Felicity’s condition still wasn’t improving, and Erin did not post pictures of how she looked in the hospital per Felicity’s parents’ request, but was allowed to give people updates on her condition through social media.
The nurse assigned to Felicity during the evening and overnight hours, walked down the empty hall towards her room. She walked into her room and screamed in shock as a person dressed in head-to-toe black wearing a black ski mask, sunglasses, and gloves was trying to strangle Felicity!
The assailant ran past the nurse and knocked her to the floor and then ran out of the room! The nurse still screamed as people came out from everywhere as the security guard came running down the hall with his gun drawn and pointed right at the assailant! He fired a shot and missed his target by inches as everyone screamed and jumped to the floor! The assailant turned a corner and disappeared!
Doctors and nurses, as well as extra security, came running in the room as Felicity continued to gasp and choke as if she was on her last breath. The doctors and nurses were finally able to get her stabilized.
Twenty minutes later, the restless Sherwood and Seals were back at the hospital in a private room talking to Erin about more suspects, as Felicity’s family were right back in the room with her as they talked to the doctors, nurses, and cops, while two cops stood outside of it.
“So, it looks like someone tried to finish the job on your best friend. Is there anyone that you wanna tell us about that you haven’t told us about?” Sherwood said.
Erin sighed as tears streamed down her eyes. She grabbed another tissue and wiped her eyes. “There’s just so many people, I swear. If Felicity wouldn’t have cause so much fuckery she wouldn’t be in this predicament right now. I can honestly say that I can’t narrow it down.”
“Well, we saw on social media while on the way here that what happened to her here has spread like wildfire. Everyone’s talking about it,” Seals said.
“Yeah, I know. It’s how I found out. Someone had posted it on one of my social media pages about the nurse who the person knocked down. She had written on her social media pages that she was just involved in an incident here and said she’d walked in on a patient being attacked by someone in her bed, but she didn’t say it was Felicity, but it’s obvious that someone here leaked it about it being her. Then, I got a call from Catherine telling me to meet her and her husband at the hospital. I didn’t even wanna tell her that I already knew what’d happened,” Erin said.
“We understand,” Seals said. “And we don’t want this to happen again because it quite possibly can, so if there’s someone or some more people that you can narrow it down to for us then it will be greatly helpful.”
Erin looked at her phone; she shook her head. “Maybe you might wanna talk to the person who just posted this pic of Felicity in her hospital bed. This was obviously taken by the person who attacked her seconds later. That’s just some sick shit to do! Take a picture of it and then post it and make a meme out of it. Look at this shit!” she said, and handed her phone to Seals.
Seals looked at it as Sherwood leaned over toward Seals so he could get a look at it. “Oh, boy,” she replied, as Sherwood shook his head. The post showed a picture of Felicity lying in her bed and simply said: WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK WITH THE WRONG PERSON.
“Erin, do you know who this is that posted this?” Sherwood asked.
“No, I don’t,” Erin replied. “This person never shows their face and doesn’t use their real name, and they clearly put down that it was a repost already so who knows where they got it from!”
Sherwood and Seals shook their heads.
“This social media shit is just out of control. I wonder what people would do if they just shut all of this shit down t
omorrow,” Sherwood said. “It’s gonna be impossible to find who the pic originated from, huh?” he asked Erin.
“Yeah, it is. And people like to steal pictures, too, so it’s not even worth trying to figure out, even with it being posted this early on,” Erin replied.
“Well, the cops are collecting what they can from the room that Felicity’s in to see if the assailant left behind any trace evidence, especially DNA,” Seals said.
“I hope so,” Erin said.
“Well, Erin, that’s all we need from you for now. If you find out anything on social media or hear anyone at school talking about what happened here tonight, please contact us; it doesn’t matter what time it is. You still got both of our cards, right?” Sherwood asked.
“Yeah, I do,” Erin replied.
Several minutes later, Sherwood and Seals headed back to the station.
“Damn, it’s been a long fuckin’ day, hasn’t it?” Seals said.
“Yeah, it has. I’m so damn tired that I can’t even be tired,” Sherwood replied.
Seals laughed. “You got that right! But, damn! Someone really wants Felicity dead! If not beating the shit out of her wasn’t bad enough! She’s lucky that she survived that!”
“To say the least! And did you notice how that meme said person and not people?”
Seals stared at him with interest. “Yeah! I did notice that! So do you think it could be just one person?”
“It’s possible, but then again, we don’t know who wrote it. But when it comes to who tried to finish the job on Felicity, we know one person that didn’t do this.”
Seals looked at him. “Who?”
“Stacia,” Sherwood replied.
Seals nodded. “How soon do I forget?! I know she wouldn’t drive two-hundred miles all the way back down here since we talked to her today, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t have someone do it for her.”
“Absolutely,” Sherwood replied. “She’s definitely got enough money to where she can hire someone to finish a job. And it just seems a little too coincidental that we talk to her earlier today and then hours later, someone tries to finish Felicity off, don’t you think?”
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