All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
Interrogation Room
Pain. Pain. Pain. Crying. Screaming. Breathing. That’s everything that went through my head at 9:32 pm, January 29th, 2006. Damian Pierce Way was born in the back of an ambulance on the way to the hospital. I thought he should take his father’s last name. It seemed fair.
“Congratulations, ma’am. It’s a boy.” Said the paramedic. He was still visibly shaken up from seeing all of the bodies. Mikey and I were acting so too, although Mikey was still quite shaken up about seeing me give birth. I started crying, which was Mikey’s signal to follow my lead. The police officer who had come in the ambulance with us looked like he was about to throw up.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry it has to be at this time, but I need to question you about the events leading up to the incident.” He said, trying to sound confident, in charge. I nodded, still in tears.
“Why did you approach said house?”
“I hadn’t heard from my mother in almost a year. She doesn’t normally contact me, but Mikey and I decided we should visit her, see how she was doing.” I responded, keeping my sobbing at the appropriate level.
“When did you get to the house?”
“It was around 8:30. He found the key under the door mat, and I went in. I ran out the second I smelled that horrible smell... decomposing bodies.”
“What did you do afterwards?”
“We realized neither of us had our cell phones, so we decided to just go inside and call the police. Then my water broke, so we just had to stay until you came.” I said.
“What about you sir? Did you see anything suspicious?” The officer said, turning to Mikey.
“When we were going up the path leading to the house. There was this person... I’m not sure of the gender. They were wearing a baggy sweatshirt with the hood up. The sun was just setting, so their face was covered by a shadow. Could they be the one who killed all of those poor people?”
“I don’t know, sir. But you have to understand that you two are major suspects.”
“Why? What did we do that was so wrong?! I just wanted to visit my mother, and now she’s DEAD! GONE! I’m never going to see her ever again... I l-loved her so much.” I sobbed, as the paramedic handed me Damian, wrapped in a soft blue cloth. I could see that I was winning his sympathy. If we’re suspects, we won’t be for much longer. Mikey and I had crocodile tears streaming down our faces as we embraced. We were the small, new, perfect family. Nothing will ruin that.
Ray, Gerard, Frank, and Bob flew in the next day. I was still in the hospital as Mikey went and got them from the airport. The last few stops of their tour were canceled, due to “family matters”. They all came to see Damian and I after they dropped off their luggage at home. I smiled at them all, holding my small, pre-mature bundle. “He has your eyes.” I said to Mikey. He kissed me gently as I handed him his son. It was the first time he held him.
“So, what happened?” Gerard asked.
“Yeah, I heard you guys are suspects in that murder case that’s going on. Why?” Ray added. We told them the false story, Mikey and I taking turns. Gerard and Frank already figured out the real story.
“Can I talk to Skylar alone for a sec?” Ray asked everyone. They nodded and walked out, leaving me alone with him.
“That story is bullshit.” He said. He didn’t sound like he even CONSIDERED it. He just said it.
“No, it’s the truth. Ask Mikey. He was there!”
“I know what he’s going to say. He’ll cover for you. He loves you. I think he saw you running from that building. You were the one in the sweatshirt. You tore it off, said you found some bodies, and then you went into labor. I know all of your tricks.” He said confidently. Apparently, he knows only some.
“Congratulations, ma’am. It’s a boy.” Said the paramedic. He was still visibly shaken up from seeing all of the bodies. Mikey and I were acting so too, although Mikey was still quite shaken up about seeing me give birth. I started crying, which was Mikey’s signal to follow my lead. The police officer who had come in the ambulance with us looked like he was about to throw up.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry it has to be at this time, but I need to question you about the events leading up to the incident.” He said, trying to sound confident, in charge. I nodded, still in tears.
“Why did you approach said house?”
“I hadn’t heard from my mother in almost a year. She doesn’t normally contact me, but Mikey and I decided we should visit her, see how she was doing.” I responded, keeping my sobbing at the appropriate level.
“When did you get to the house?”
“It was around 8:30. He found the key under the door mat, and I went in. I ran out the second I smelled that horrible smell... decomposing bodies.”
“What did you do afterwards?”
“We realized neither of us had our cell phones, so we decided to just go inside and call the police. Then my water broke, so we just had to stay until you came.” I said.
“What about you sir? Did you see anything suspicious?” The officer said, turning to Mikey.
“When we were going up the path leading to the house. There was this person... I’m not sure of the gender. They were wearing a baggy sweatshirt with the hood up. The sun was just setting, so their face was covered by a shadow. Could they be the one who killed all of those poor people?”
“I don’t know, sir. But you have to understand that you two are major suspects.”
“Why? What did we do that was so wrong?! I just wanted to visit my mother, and now she’s DEAD! GONE! I’m never going to see her ever again... I l-loved her so much.” I sobbed, as the paramedic handed me Damian, wrapped in a soft blue cloth. I could see that I was winning his sympathy. If we’re suspects, we won’t be for much longer. Mikey and I had crocodile tears streaming down our faces as we embraced. We were the small, new, perfect family. Nothing will ruin that.
Ray, Gerard, Frank, and Bob flew in the next day. I was still in the hospital as Mikey went and got them from the airport. The last few stops of their tour were canceled, due to “family matters”. They all came to see Damian and I after they dropped off their luggage at home. I smiled at them all, holding my small, pre-mature bundle. “He has your eyes.” I said to Mikey. He kissed me gently as I handed him his son. It was the first time he held him.
“So, what happened?” Gerard asked.
“Yeah, I heard you guys are suspects in that murder case that’s going on. Why?” Ray added. We told them the false story, Mikey and I taking turns. Gerard and Frank already figured out the real story.
“Can I talk to Skylar alone for a sec?” Ray asked everyone. They nodded and walked out, leaving me alone with him.
“That story is bullshit.” He said. He didn’t sound like he even CONSIDERED it. He just said it.
“No, it’s the truth. Ask Mikey. He was there!”
“I know what he’s going to say. He’ll cover for you. He loves you. I think he saw you running from that building. You were the one in the sweatshirt. You tore it off, said you found some bodies, and then you went into labor. I know all of your tricks.” He said confidently. Apparently, he knows only some.
