F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1) (29 page)

“Do you think she was tortured into giving
it to the person or people who’s responsible for hurting her?”
Sherwood asked.

“That’s very possible
because how could they or this person get into her phone without
knowing her code?! They, or this person, deleted all of her social
media pages —
all of them
— it’s as if she was never on there! And everyone
knows she lives for being on social media!” Erin said.

“Well, hopefully she’ll make it out of this
and she’ll be able to be back on there, but more importantly, she
can tell us who did this to her,” Seals said.

“I hope so,” Erin said.

“And if you’re wondering why you never heard
about her phone missing from the media it’s because we didn’t
report that to them. We wanted that left out just in case her phone
turned up somewhere since you told us when we first spoke to you
that someone deleted all of her social media pages. It didn’t take
us that long to know that someone stole her phone and hacked into
her accounts. And just to think I was the one that actually found
her phone and didn’t know that it was hers, and now it’s gone
again. Who the hell knows who has it now, but I know eventually
we’ll find out so please keep quiet about us looking for it, okay?”
Seals told Erin.

“I will,” Erin promised. “Um, I just have to
ask.”

Sherwood looked at her. “What is it?”

“Since you guys said that you talked to
Carson, I just wanna know what you talked to him about?” Erin
asked.

Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

“Well, Erin, let me ask you this. Did you
know about the relationship that Felicity and Carson had outside of
Moves?” Sherwood asked.

Erin looked stunned.
“Absolutely not. This is news to me.
I’m
serious
.”

Sherwood and Seals once again looked at each
other, and then looked at Erin. They had a feeling that she was
telling the truth.

“Well, Carson told us that they did, and he
was not happy about how much he was used by Felicity for all of the
free stuff that the two of you have enjoyed there for the past year
or so and how she just totally caused a lot of fuckery to him,”
Seals said.

Erin shook her head. Her eyes began to swell
up with tears. “She never told me. She would always say that she
never saw him outside of the club, but now she was seeing him the
whole time. I should’ve known that it was too good to be true that
we were getting in free and getting free drinks and all this other
free stuff just for being regulars. Now I know why they won’t let
me back in there.”

“Well, I think you and Felicity owing Moves
is not the reason why they’re not letting you back in there. I
think it’s because they don’t want you asking anyone questions
about Felicity since that’s the last place you saw her at,”
Sherwood said.

Erin nodded. “And that’s what I thought
about, too. I can’t shake the fact that something could’ve happened
to her in there because how could her phone end up underneath a
dumpster? But she was found badly beaten in her bedroom? This whole
case is not making any sense to me; I’m just so confused, you guys.
I’m mad, depressed, you name it.”

“And you have every right to be,” Seals
said.

“And it’s not your job to figure out who did
this to Felicity, it’s ours,” Sherwood reminded her. “But, of
course, our job is made a lot easier when people cooperate, so we
can’t thank you enough for being one of the people who’s been
constantly cooperating with us.”

“No problem at all. Felicity’s my best
friend. I’m gonna do whatever I can to make sure she gets justice
for what happened to her even if she succumbs to her injuries,
which is the last thing I want to happen. Anything you want me to
do I’ll do. I know the Gains are physically and emotionally drained
from everything and it’s only been a week since this has happened.
I really pray for them most of all because they’re good people,”
Erin said.

“They really are, and that’s why we don’t
mind it at all about working this hard for them,” Seals said. She
changed the subject back to suspects. “So, is there anyone you can
think of that we need to talk to about what happened to
Felicity?”

Erin thought about this for a second. “Um .
. . yeah. There is someone.”

Sherwood and Seals looked at each other, and
then looked at Erin.

“And who might that be?” Seals asked.

“Max. Max Benson,” Erin replied.

Chapter 31

“D
id you hear? Felicity’s phone is missing,” Sloan said, as he
talked to Willow in private at school on the following Monday
morning before classes started for the day.

“And? What the hell am I supposed to do
about it?” Willow asked.

He sighed. “Look, I was wondering if you
knew anything about who could have it because whoever does is
obviously the one who probably hurt her, because why would they go
that far to break into those cops car that are investigating this
incident if they didn’t have something to do with it?”

“Who told you about her phone missing?” she
asked.

“Erin did. She was just at the station on
Saturday night and she called me when she left there to tell me
about it. And it obviously hasn’t been going around on social media
because Erin told me that they weren’t gonna release it to the
media that it was her phone in case it shows up somewhere.”

“Where was it found at?” she asked.

“Erin told me that the cops told her that it
was found underneath a dumpster in the parking lot in the back of
Moves. Then Seals put it in the car and while they were in there
talking to Carson, their car was broken into and the phone was
stolen right there in the parking lot.”

She shook her head. “Well, I don’t know
anything about it. I haven’t been back to Moves since that Friday
night when I saw you there.”

He stared at her. “I
could’ve
swore
I
saw you and Jackie and the rest of you there on Saturday
night.
I was there,
okay, but I didn’t want the cops to know that.”

“Well,
I wasn’t there,
okay?! And neither
was Jackie, Cherie, and Trina,” she informed them.

“C’mon, Willow. I saw you guys there; I know
I wasn’t seeing things. Maybe you didn’t stay for that long, but I
know it was all of you.”

“I don’t know what you’re
talking about, Sloan. The only day that Jackie, Trina, Cherie, and
I were there was on that Friday,
the day
before
, and I told those cops that because,
of course, they asked me where was I at on that Saturday that
Felicity got assaulted.”

“And where were you on Saturday night?”

“At Jackie’s and we were there all night
since it was raining,” she replied.

He gave her a look of suspicion. “Did you
tell the cops that?”

“Yes, I did,” she replied. “Look, I don’t
wanna talk to them anymore. You know I told you that the reason why
they wanted to question me separately from the rest of them is
because I’m your ex and so is Felicity. They think the both us hurt
Felicity together!”

“Well, they’re just assuming, Willow. They
know that they need a lot more proof than a jilted ex-girlfriend
and an ex-boyfriend who was fed up with his ex’s fuckery because
she was still starting shit even though we weren’t together
anymore.”

“Yeah, well,
everyone
knows that,” she
said.

He looked down at his phone. “I just gotta
text. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay,” she said, and watched him walk off.
She began walking in the other direction. She turned the corner and
ran into Jackie, Cherie, and Trina. “Hey.”

Jackie, Cherie, and Trina gave her a cold,
hard stare; this scared her.

Willow looked confused. “What’s up? What’s
with the looks?”

“What’s with you just
telling your ex that you were at
my
house
on Saturday night and not yours,
huh?!” Jackie said.

“I didn’t say that,” Willow lied.

“Willow, don’t fuckin’ play games with us,
okay? We were standing right around this corner, we heard what you
said,” Jackie said.

“I meant to say my house. Sorry,” Willow
said.

“Like hell you did!” Jackie replied.

Willow sighed as she looked at the floor,
unsure of what to say.

“Did you really tell those fuckin’ cops that
you were at my house or yours? Which one is it?” Jackie asked.

“Does it matter?!” Willow asked.

“Yeah, it fuckin’ matters!” Jackie said.

“We could all be in a lot of trouble here,
Willow, so what is up with you lying to us?” Trina asked.

“And you know they’re looking at the four of
us more closely because of that picture of us standing outside of
the front door of Felicity’s house,” Cherie reminded Willow.

Willow sighed. “Look, I know all of that,
okay? How was I supposed to know what to say when they asked me
where was I on Saturday? Huh? I wasn’t in the room with the three
of you, and I didn’t get a chance to talk to you all before I went
in to talk to those cops. I got confused, okay? They can’t prove
anything.”

“I know they can’t, and I also know that as
long as Felicity is still layin’ up in that hospital they’re gonna
think we had something to do with putting her there. We can’t have
those cops turning us against one another because that’s exactly
what they’re gonna try and eventually do, and I believe they
already started by having you talk to them separately from us,
Willow,” Jackie said.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Jackie,
and neither do the two of you. They’re not gonna turn any of us
against each other. We’re all together and we’re gonna stick
together,” Willow promised.

They all smiled at each other and nodded in
agreement.

Meanwhile, Sloan went to go
meet the person who sent him a text. “Hey, man. What’s up? What did
you wanna talk to me about?” he asked
Reamer
!

Reamer sighed. “Well, it’s really been
bothering me about who let the world of social media know about
Felicity insulting my size, man. Those cops asked me about it when
I talked to them on Saturday, and it was really embarrassing, man,
and with that kind of embarrassment, I know I’m pretty high on the
suspect list.”

Sloan shrugged. “I don’t know who put that
info on social media, man. Maybe it was Felicity. You know how much
shit she put up about people and then claimed that it was someone
else who said or did something. That was all in the game of her
fuckery. You know how people can say something and claim that
someone else said it when it was really them, and then someone else
who sees it can claim that this person said it and so on and so on.
I wouldn’t worry about it, dude. It doesn’t appear to me and to
anyone that Felicity’s gonna be bothering anyone anytime soon,
maybe never again.”

“And you’re happy about that?”

“No, man, I’m not happy about it at all. But
the bottom line is that she shouldn’t be surprised that she’s in
the condition that she’s in. I don’t want her to die from her
injuries, but they’re saying that there’s a high probability that
she’s going to. She’s not getting any better, that’s what Erin told
me.”

Reamer’s head hung low. “I really liked her,
and I thought I had a chance with her. If she doesn’t make it, I’ll
never have a second chance for her to be mine.”

Sloan stared at him. “Man, listen. If
there’s a tiny chance that Felicity does come out of this, only
time will tell if she’ll change, and if she does come out of this,
I would sure hope that she would. Maybe she won’t be the same and
that will be a good thing, considering the fact that the kind of
person that she is got her where she’s at to begin with. But just
remember what she said about you, man, when I had you on the phone
with me. You heard it with your own ears. I just hope that if she
ends up coming out of this that she’s a whole different person and
realizes that she got a second chance at life and decides to change
for the better, then you can decide if she’s still worth
pursuing.”

Reamer nodded at him with a slight smile.
“Oh, and one more thing. Do you know who took Felicity’s
phone?”

Sloan tried not to gasp as he stared at him.
“How did you know about her phone being missing? Did Erin tell
you?”

“Yeah, she told me,” Reamer replied.

“Okay, well, I just wanted to know because
Erin was at the police station on Saturday night talking to those
cops and she was told about the phone that was stolen out of their
car and asked her what did it look like. She described it to them
and they said that it was Felicity’s phone that was stolen out of
their car, but not to tell anyone about it and that it was a piece
of information that they didn’t want the media to know just in case
it came up somewhere. She said she only told me about it because
I’m her ex, but she didn’t tell me she told anyone else,” Sloan
informed him.

“Oh, okay,” Reamer said. He looked at his
watch. “Well, the bell is gonna ring soon. I’ll talk to you
later.”

“Okay,” Sloan said, and watched him walk
off. He waited until he was out of sight, and then called Erin.

Meanwhile, Erin was on her way to school and
heard her phone ringing in her backpack as it sat on the front seat
of her car. “Shit!” she said, as she tried to reach for her
backpack with her right hand while trying to keep her eyes on the
road. Her phone stopped ringing. “Dammit!”

A minute later, it rang again, and she was
able to get it out of her backpack while she was at a stoplight.
She saw that it was Felicity’s mom, Catherine. “Hi, Catherine.”