F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1)

by Sheila Michelle

  “Hey, I was wondering since it’s close to midnight, if you wanna make an unexpected stop at Moves. You never know, Carson might be there,” Seals asked Sherwood.

  Sherwood looked at her with a slight grin. “Sure, why not? Since he still refuses to talk to us, this time he’ll be forced to if he’s there,” he replied. He then made a right on a major street and headed to Moves.

  Ten minutes later, they arrived at Moves and drove through the parking lot.

  “Damn, it’s crowded as hell here tonight! Don’t any of these kids seventeen and under have a curfew?” Seals said.

  “Probably not,” Sherwood replied. “But we’re not here to bust them for it. I’m gonna park in the back and maybe we can have someone let us in the back way. If someone recognizes us and knows that we’re cops, I don’t want someone tipping Carson off and he sneaks out of the back and we end up missing him again.”

  “Good idea,” Seals replied.

  Sherwood drove around to the back of the club and noticed that Carmine’s car was here, along with a few other cars that belonged to the employees. “Well, we know that Carmine is here.”

  “And hopefully one of these cars that’s also back here is Carson’s,” Seals replied, as she freshened up her makeup. She put her compact away. “Let’s see if we can get inside.”

  They got out of the car and headed towards a door that said EMPLOYEES ENTRANCE. Sherwood knocked hard on the door several times as the faint sound of music could be heard on the inside and the stench of cigarette smoke made its way to the outside.

  As they were waiting for someone to answer the door, Seals paced back and forth while naturally looking at the ground. She looked over by the huge garbage dumpsters as a light was shining on both of them. She looked down at the ground and saw something that appeared to be sparkly that was underneath one of the dumpsters. She walked over to the dumpsters and bent down to look underneath the one that had that sparkle underneath it and noticed the rectangular-shaped object appeared to be a phone. She got her mini-size flashlight out and shined it on the object and noticed that it was at least a phone cover. “Sherwood! Come here!” she said as quietly as she could, since she knew that this phone case did not get here by accident.

  Sherwood walked over to her. “What is it?”

  “Look!” Seals said, as she pointed her flashlight back on the phone case.

  Sherwood bent down by her side to look at it. “Wow. You got your gloves with you?”

  “This is why I carry them everywhere I go because I never know!” Seals said. She got her gloves out of her pocket and then reached underneath the dumpster and was able to grab the phone case since it was in arms-length from her. As she slid it towards her, the weight of it told her that it wasn’t just the case, but in fact the phone! “Well, some girl is gonna be glad that I found her phone!” she laughed. She turned it on; the battery was dead. “Damn! It’s outta juice. Well, I’ll put it in the car and get it charged back up at the station so we can see who it belongs to.”

  “Yeah, you don’t wanna go into that club and have the DJ stop the music to ask did anyone lose a phone because everyone is gonna say they did — even the boys, although the crystal-encrusted cover with red and pink hearts all over it clearly indicates that it’s a girl’s phone — because you can tell it’s the latest and greatest phone out right now,” Sherwood said.

  “Exactly!” Seals said with a laugh.

  After she put the phone in the car, they went back up to the door and Sherwood knocked on it hard once again, and it opened to Carson!

  “What’s up?” Carson asked, since he didn’t recognize Sherwood and Seals. “Are you folks looking for your child?”

  Seals looked at Sherwood and grinned; he returned the gesture.

  “Not tonight, son. But I am looking for a Carson Jennings,” Sherwood replied.

  Carson gave him an immediate look of suspicion. “What do you want with him?”

  “Cut the crap, Carson. We know it’s you,” Seals informed him. She showed him her badge, as did Sherwood. “I’m Detective Genevieve Seals and this is my partner Detective Roland Sherwood. We’re investigating the assault and attempted murder of Felicity Gains.”

  Carson tried not to look surprised. “And what do I have to do with that?”

  “Well, you tell us, Carson. Do you have anything to do with it?” Sherwood asked. “Because if you didn’t have anything to do with it then we would’ve heard back from you so you could be eliminated early on.”

  “Exactly. You’re a hard guy to get a hold of,” Seals said.

  Carson sighed. “I’ve been busy.”

  “Well, aren’t we gonna be invited in?” Sherwood asked.

  “I have nothing to say about Felicity, okay?” Carson let them know.

  “Oh, we beg to differ, Carson. We believe you have a lot to say about her, especially since she and her best friend Erin were regulars here every Friday and Saturday night for over a year. We already talked to your brother this week about it — not sure if he told you that we did or not — and he really wasn’t that much help which we kind of figured that he wouldn’t be, so we need to get more info from you. The more you help us out then the more further we can get in this investigation because there’s a lot of people we suspect of this and a lot of things that we need to sort out,” Seals said.

  Carson glared at her. “Follow me,” he said.

  A minute later, Sherwood and Seals walked into a small, windowless meeting room that had a large table with several chairs on each side. They sat on one side of the table and Carson sat at the head of the table to the right of them.

  “Okay, I know I’m not gonna be able to leave here without talking to the two of you, so what is it that y’all wanna know?” Carson asked.

  “Well, for starters, we know of your relationship with Felicity here, but did you have one with her outside of here?” Seals asked.

  “Absolutely not. There’s a zero tolerance policy for employees here to date the patrons. Besides, I wasn’t her type,” Carson informed them.

  Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

  “But was she yours?” Sherwood asked.

  “Does it matter?” Carson asked.

  “Yes, it matters, Carson!” Sherwood said. “Felicity may not come out of this incident alive, so we need to know everything about her and who she caused fuckery to, who’s she’s been serious about and who she hasn’t been serious about — you get what I’m saying.”

  “Yeah, I get what you’re saying,” Carson said.

  “Well, it’s obvious that she was your type, Carson, but you never knew if you were her type, right?” Seals asked.

  Carson sighed. “No, I didn’t know,” he admitted.

  Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

  “Look, I just assumed that I was because it’s not like she never talked to me while she was here,” Carson said.

  “What do you mean while she was here? Did the two of you see each other outside of here?” Sherwood asked.

  Carson sighed as he looked towards the door.

  “Carson, look at us. We need to know what kind of involvement you had with Felicity no matter where it was at. If you had something going on with her that no one knew about except the two of you then you need to tell us right now,” Sherwood said.

  Carson looked down at the table as he sat back slightly slumped down in his chair. He let out another sigh. “Look, I don’t want my brother to know anything, okay?”

  Sherwood and Seals looked at each other; they looked at Carson.

  “Okay, he won’t. So what you’re trying to tell us is that you did have some contact with Felicity outside of this club since she’s been coming here?” Seals asked.

  “Almost all the time,” Carson confessed.

  Sherwood and Seals looked at each other again as they tried not to gasp.

  “We’re listening,” Seals said.

  “I don’t know what it is that you guys want me to tell you. All I’m gonna s
ay is that I wasn’t gonna pass up a chance to always be with her. We knew no one could know about us, especially since she was with Sloan. She would always tell me while we were in bed together that she wanted to be with me but she couldn’t because of Sloan and because she didn’t want Carmine finding out about us seeing each other. I said that if I talked to him that he might make an exception, but she told me not to bother because she didn’t wanna cause any trouble, plus, she was with Sloan but didn’t know if she wanted to stay with him or not. She promised me that we would be together once her and Sloan broke up, but when I heard that they did, she backed out of her promise. I tried calling her and texting her about it since she didn’t wanna talk about it when she was here, so I pretended like nothing was going on between us, especially last week Friday when Sloan showed up here. When she grabbed me and wanted to dance with me just because he was here, I knew I was being used because we never danced with each other here because, getting back to what I said before about working here, I couldn’t be seen having any suggestive contact with patrons, and that includes dancing with them. But I finally came to accept the fact that she fucked with me the whole time and only slept with me for the free stuff. She had her fun with Jay here, but had her fun with me in my bed at my house. She fucked with both of us, but Jay didn’t lose money on the count of her fuckery, I did, and now I have to pay it all back if she doesn’t make it! And not only that, but that fuck girl promised me that she would be with me when her and Sloan were through! She just fucked with me! She just used me! I was fooled by a fuck girl!” Carson said angrily, as he tried to control his emotions, but his shame and guilt had no control.

  “Calm down, son. I know how hard that was for you to tell us. And trust me, we all know how it feels to be used by someone, and it’s even harder when someone uses you for so long and makes promises to you that they had no intentions on keeping. Do you feel like you can tell your brother this?” Sherwood asked.

  “No, because I don’t wanna hear his mouth about me violating the rules, and I did violate them. I’m only here because of him, but I let my feelings for Felicity go way too far and pretended like I didn’t know what kind of a girl she really was because I had to pretend. I had to pretend like we weren’t involved with each other, but I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t pretend anymore about being used for all of the free stuff I gave her and Erin and thinking that I was gonna be her boyfriend after Sloan, but all she was doing was fucking with me the whole time. I just can’t pretend about anything anymore!” Carson said, as he tried to choke back tears.

  Seals looked at him sympathetically. “You don’t have to pretend anymore, Carson. So you were here all night last week Friday? That Friday that Sloan was here?”

  “Yeah, I was,” Carson said.

  “And were you here on Saturday, the next day?” Seals asked.

  “Yeah, I was. I’m always here until it opens and closes. I’m the one who usually always closes,” Carson said.

  Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

  “And did you close last week Saturday night?” Sherwood asked.

  Carson looked at him. “No, I didn’t,” he replied.

  Sherwood and Seals looked at each other again.

  “Do you know who closed that night?” Sherwood asked.

  “I don’t remember. I’ll have to check the schedule,” Carson replied. Suddenly, he received a text on his phone. “Um . . . I think we need to cut this meeting short.”

  Sherwood and Seals looked at him. “Why?” they asked.

  “Because they need us all outside right away,” Carson said.

  They all got up and headed outside.

  Chapter 29

  Sherwood and Seals stared at their car, but weren’t surprised at what happened to it. The windows were broken, and the phone that Seals had placed in the car that she found underneath the dumpster before they went in to talk to Carson, was gone.

  Seals shook her head as she walked to the car as she tried not to step on the shards of glass. She looked inside the completely shattered passenger side window and shook her head as glass completely covered the seats, armrest, and floor. “It’s obvious that they were after the phone I found. How did they know that there was a phone in this car when the windows are tinted?”

  “Good question,” Sherwood replied. “Someone must’ve been watching us and we didn’t see them. I have to admit that even being a cop that I can let my guard down.”

  “Exactly. We’re not perfect,” Seals said. She scanned the area as a few patrons and employees stared at a distance. “There’s nothing to see here, everyone. You can all go back to doing what you were doing, unless you saw who did this,” she said to them.

  The patrons and employees shook their heads, and then quickly left the scene.

  Seals smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she said.

  Sherwood got off of his phone. “Well, the team will be up here in a few minutes, and someone is gonna give us a ride back to the station, of course,” he told Seals. He looked around. “Where’s Carson?”

  Seals shrugged. “Beats me. I think we got enough from him for now, but like with all of the others, we’ll definitely be talking to him again. And since finding out about his relationship with Felicity outside of this club, he’s now one of the top suspects, but he doesn’t know that yet.”

  “Yeah, but he will know soon enough, especially if Felicity doesn’t make it,” Sherwood said.

  Several minutes later, Sherwood and Seals were being driven back to the station by their lieutenant, Lieutenant Kent Murdock, who assigned them to Felicity’s case.

  “So, guys, I know how hard you’ve been working on this case. How many suspects do you have to date?” Murdock asked.

  “A ton,” Sherwood replied.

  Seals chuckled; Murdock grinned.

  “Okay. So how many have been eliminated?” Murdock asked.

  “None,” Sherwood and Seals replied.

  Murdock shook his head. “Damn, was that girl really that bad? I have a daughter who’s heard about Felicity before what happened to her did, and she even said that she’s not surprised that it happened. She told me that people hate fuck girls and will do anything to get rid of them. She said that she knows a lot of them that go to her school, but she said none of them seem as bad as Felicity.”

  “Doesn’t seem like it,” Seals said. “It’s like everyone had a motive to do what they did to her, so we honestly don’t know who was mad enough to hurt her this bad where she’s fighting for her life now. I know you told your daughter to learn from what happened to Felicity and to never be like her. It’s hard enough for girls out here — always has been — but it’s even more now since people have all kinds of ways to fuck with people now and think they can get away with it because you can choose to totally remain anonymous. But in this case, no one is remaining anonymous about Felicity, that’s why we have so many suspects. And most importantly, Felicity didn’t remain anonymous about everything she did to people. It’s clear that she loved to flaunt her fuckery, and that’s never good.”

  “Right on with that,” Sherwood replied.

  “In a hundred percent agreement,” Murdock said.

  Seals nodded. “And I told Sherwood that I believe Felicity was the type that thought she could cause all of this fuckery to people and they would be mad about it just temporarily and then forget about it and her. But it looks like there was someone or some people who wanted to put a permanent end to her fuckery.”

  “Well said, Seals,” Sherwood said with a smile.

  “Exactly, Seals. And if she doesn’t make it then they’ll get their wish. I hope she survives, of course, but they’re still saying that it’s not likely. So Carson wasn’t any help?” Murdock asked.

  Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

  “Oh, he was a big help! We found out that he had something going on with her for at least a year outside of the club and yes, she was with Sloan the whole time. And he got really emotional about
how he felt used by her for all of the free stuff he was giving her and how she wouldn’t pay it back to him when he asked her to because he wasn’t supposed to be giving her all of that free stuff to begin with. And she also promised him that they would be together once her and Sloan broke up, but when Sloan did break up with her, she didn’t keep her promise to him, instead, when Sloan was at the club last Friday night, she only danced with Carson in an obvious attempt to make Sloan jealous, and that was the first time they’d ever danced with each other. I feel like out of everyone that we talked to, he got fucked over by her the most,” Seals said.

  “I agree,” Sherwood said.

  “And why is that?’ Murdock asked.

  “Because the girls that she caused fuckery to, Jackie and Willow, who happen to be friends, didn’t lose their boyfriends over Felicity’s fuckery, well, at least Jackie didn’t because she’s still with Allen, and Willow had been broken up with Sloan since sophomore year, but I have to admit, Felicity’s fuckery did cause Sloan to leave Willow for her, but that was years ago. We’ve confirmed that with Erin, Felicity’s best friend, and Willow herself. Maybe Willow never did get over it and finally wanted revenge for it, I don’t know — just thinking out loud,” Sherwood said.

  “Could be true about Willow,” Murdock said. “But you said when you interviewed Willow separate from Jackie and the other two girls, that she didn’t say that they were all at a makeup party last Saturday night, right?”

  “Right,” Seals replied. “She didn’t even mention it. And I did check to see if there were any makeup parties being thrown in this city last Saturday night, and there was one. But Jackie, Cherie, and Trina all said that they were at Willow’s last Saturday, and Willow told us that they were all at Jackie’s.”

  Murdock sighed. “Well, it’s obvious that someone is lying; maybe both of them. I know y’all find out.”

  “Of course we will,” Sherwood pledged.

  “And what about Taylor Richards, Felicity’s neighbor from across the street? Have you done a follow-up interview with him?” Murdock asked them.