Page 98 of Interference
“She was a good girl. Everyone loved her. Honestly, she lit up every room that she entered. This never should have happened. If the cops would have taken her concerns more seriously, she would be alive. Or at least that’s what I think.”
I scoff at the girl on the TV. Everyone knows that when someone says that on a murder show, it’s not true. The girl either kept to herself and hated people, or she was a raving bitch who thought the world owed her something.
Still, the show has sucked me in. I reach into my bowl to grab some more popcorn but come up short. Looking down, I frown.
Well shit. Did I really eat an entire bowl already?
Biting my lip, I look toward the kitchen. Could I make myself some more? Yes, but I don’t need it. Not really.
Sighing, I set the bowl to the side and focus back on the show. Before the commercial break can end, I hear the lock on the door moving.
Shit.
Ashley walks in but pauses when she sees me.
“What are you doing here?” she asks as she tosses her shit onto the floor, next to the door.
Seriously, would it be so hard to take her shit to her room instead of tossing it on the floor?
“I live here,” I say, not bothering to hide the sass in my voice.
“You’re never here anymore, so I thought you might have moved out.”
“Nope. Sorry.”
She turns back toward me with a wicked smile on her face, filling me with dread.
“Either way, you being here works out for me.”
“Why is that?” I ask hesitantly.
“Because there’s something I want to show you.”
She pulls out her phone and presses a few buttons before handing it to me. I can’t help but cringe when I look at it. Not only is it an older iPhone, but the screen is cracked to hell. In all honesty, I don’t know how she even uses it.
“Press play,” she says, her voice full of excitement.
With my stomach full of dread, I hit play.
At first the screen is black, and then a grainy video of Brett starts to play. Right away, I notice the blue comforter and the headboard in the video. This was taken in his room, and he’s wearing the same thing he was earlier. This video was taken tonight. My breath catches when the video pans, and a topless Ashley lies next to him.
“What was that you were saying about Emery?” Ashley asks.
“Emery,” he mutters, sounding drunker than a skunk.
“You don’t want her, do you?”
His reply comes out a bit clearer. “No. I need to be with her for the baby.”
My heart drops. The tears fill my eyes. I want to look away, but I can’t. It’s like a train wreck. I can’t help but watch even as it is breaking my heart.
“Did you even stop your whoring ways?” she asks him.
“No. Shut up about her now and fuck me.”
“With pleasure,” Ashley says, leaning over to kiss him.
Bile rises in my throat as I watch her lean in and press her lips to his. All of a sudden, the video stops.
