F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1)

by Sheila Michelle

  Taylor’s friends stared at him as they waited for him to answer.

  “Yes, sir,” Taylor replied, as he tried not to sound nervous. “What about it? Why am I being questioned about Felicity? I didn’t know her like that.”

  “Well, a picture that’s all over social media of you and her having some fun says otherwise, Taylor, and you know it. So don’t stand here and embarrass yourself in front of your friends because you know exactly what picture I’m talking about,” Seals said.

  Taylor’s friends tried very hard to suppress a grin.

  Taylor sighed. “I need to get to class.”

  “Your teacher already knows that you won’t be in class today because of us conducting this investigation, so we can stand here and talk to you in front of your friends and everyone else, or we can talk in private. Which do you prefer?” Sherwood asked.

  Taylor looked around the hall and saw that not only his friends were staring, but everyone in the hall, including his younger brother Tierney. “I’ll talk in private.”

  Five minutes later, Taylor, Sherwood, and Seals talked in a private conference room.

  “So, how long have you and Felicity been neighbors?” Seals asked.

  “For over ten years,” Taylor replied, as he stared down at the table.

  “Have you two ever gone to the same school?” Sherwood asked.

  “No. I’ve always gone to private schools,” Taylor replied.

  “Well, you know that Felicity was found by her parents on Sunday morning in her bed badly beaten, and she hasn’t been able to talk since the incident. Where were you on Friday night?” Seals asked.

  Taylor stared at her. “Me and my girlfriend went to Moves along with some of our friends.”

  Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

  “Your friends? Were they the ones that you were talking to right when we came up to you?” Sherwood asked.

  “Yes, sir, that’s them,” Taylor replied.

  “What are their names?” Sherwood asked, as he got his notepad out along with his pen.

  “Why? They don’t have anything to do with this!” Taylor said.

  “Do you have something to do with it?” Seals asked.

  “To do with what?! Look, I didn’t hurt Felicity, no matter how much she loved to hurt other people. It was pathetic the way she acted. I had no other involvement with her other than that day when she gave me oral sex, that’s it. I swear I’m telling the truth!” Taylor said.

  Seals sighed. “Well, Taylor, you know that we have to talk to everyone who knows her and had some kind of involvement with her. It’s obvious that you’ve seen a lot that has went on with her since you live across the street from her, and it’s probably more than what you wanna tell us, but that’s okay. We’re only concerned with who had some involvement with her that led to what happened to her.”

  “She was involved with so many people and fucked with so many people that I honestly don’t think that y’all are gonna find them all,” Taylor replied.

  “Well, we’re doing the best that we can, Taylor. It’s a lot to sort through, so that’s why everyone’s cooperation is necessary,” Sherwood said.

  “I understand. I just don’t wanna be accused of something that I didn’t do, and I don’t want totally innocent people like my friends and my girlfriend Hunter being involved in this investigation,” Taylor wanted them to know.

  Sherwood and Seals looked at each other.

  “Well, Taylor, I saw on social media that Hunter was really pissed off about the pic of you getting pleased by Felicity that she ran across the street from your house and over to Felicity’s house. She said in a post that she was gonna kill her,” Seals informed them.

  “Hunter had nothing to do with what happened to Felicity!” Taylor angrily replied. “She wouldn’t hurt anyone! She forgave me for what I did and everything’s cool between us! If she wanted to kill Felicity then she could’ve done it on Friday at Moves, but she didn’t!”

  Sherwood and Seals once again looked at each other.

  “Okay, Taylor. So, where were you on Saturday night?” Sherwood asked.

  “I was at Javon’s. He had a party for just his close friends. It was raining so we decided to just stay there,” Taylor replied.

  “What time did you get home?” Seals asked.

  Taylor sighed as he shrugged. “I don’t remember.”

  “Was it at least past midnight?” Sherwood asked.

  “Maybe,” Taylor replied.

  “What do you mean maybe?” Seals asked.

  “I don’t remember, that’s why! I don’t understand why this is so important!” Taylor angrily replied, as his voice got louder.

  “Tone it down, Taylor, I’m not gonna warn you again,” Sherwood said. “How many times do we have to say that this is an investigation so we have to ask questions like these. We wouldn’t ask a question that’s not important.”

  “Exactly, so please help us out,” Seals said.

  “I’m being cooperative,” Taylor said.

  Seals reached into her bag and got out a folder. She pulled a picture out of it. She gently pushed it over to Taylor.

  Taylor stared at it. “Yeah? What does this prove?”

  “Nothing of significance, but it proves to us that you weren’t lying about being there on Friday,” Seals replied.

  Taylor stared at the picture that Felicity took of her and Erin at Moves on Friday night with Taylor, Hunter, and their friends sitting at a table in the background. “So she took a picture of herself with Erin; she’s the queen of selfies.”

  “Did you see her take this picture?” Seals asked.

  “No, I didn’t. I wasn’t paying any attention to her that night. I was still mad at her for what she did to me and Hunter. Hunter pretty much broke up with me after that picture of Felicity blowing me, but I begged and pleaded with her to stay with me, and she said she had to think about it. She did agree to stay with me, but I was so furious with Felicity that I came over to her house to talk to her after Hunter left my house, but Felicity’s mom said that she was studying for a test,” Taylor replied. “Felicity liked to cause a lot of fuckery, but never wanted to face confrontations for the fuckery that she caused.”

  “I see,” Seals said. “So the picture that she took of you while she was blowing you was in retaliation for the picture that you took of the girls that she went to school with standing outside of the front door of her house? Looks like you both liked to cause fuckery to each other.”

  Taylor shook his head. “I wasn’t trying to start anything with that. It wasn’t like she answered the door and they started beating her up and I took a picture of that and posted it. I just sent it to a friend just speculating what could’ve been going on at her house. I actually thought those girls were friends of hers,” he lied, since he knew that they weren’t.

  “Well, we’ve talked to all four of them, and they’re not her friends,” Seals informed him. She changed the subject back to the picture. She pulled out a pen and slid it across the table to Taylor. “Could you identify everyone in that picture by putting their names above their heads, including yourself, and then sign it by the X.”

  Taylor stared at her. “For what?”

  “Just do it, son, it’s for our records. Remember, this is an investigation,” Sherwood said.

  Taylor sighed as he picked up the pen and identified himself as well Hunter and all of his friends that were in the picture. He then signed his name by the X, and then shoved the picture back over to Seals.

  Seals and Sherwood looked at the picture.

  “Um, you didn’t identify everyone,” Seals informed him, and then gently shoved the picture back over to him.

  Taylor looked confused. “What?! Yes I did! Who didn’t I identify?” he asked, as he looked at the picture.

  “Isn’t it obvious?” Seals asked him.

  “No, it’s not!” Taylor said, getting frustrated.

  “It’s the two that are standing in front of you and
your friends in the picture,” Sherwood hinted to him.

  Taylor sighed. He picked up the pen and identified Erin first, and then Felicity. He shoved the picture and the pen back over to Seals.

  Seals and Sherwood once again looked at the picture.

  “Now the identifications are complete,” Seals said.

  Taylor sighed. “Are my friends gonna be questioned?”

  “We’re not sure. It all depends on how far we get in this investigation,” Sherwood said.

  “If they didn’t have anything to do with what happened to Felicity, then there’s nothing that we need to talk to them about,” Seals said.

  Taylor nodded with a sigh.

  “So, man, don’t just sit there and act like no one saw those cops come up to you in the halls earlier. What did they want, man? I know it was about Felicity,” Tierney said, as Taylor drove them home from school.

  “Well, if you know that then why are you asking me?” Taylor replied.

  “Everyone wants to know, man, and I know you told your friends — but I’m your brother; we live together. If there’s something that you wanna tell me that you didn’t tell them then I won’t say anything to anyone. I just know that Felicity is the queen of the fuck girls out there, man, and I’m glad you’ve never had anything serious with her.”

  Taylor nodded as he stared straight ahead.

  “So, bro, what’s up? What did those cops say? What did they ask you?”

  Taylor sighed. “They just asked me where was I on Friday and Saturday nights, that’s all. That’s just typical shit that they ask people who know her, that’s all.”

  “And where did you say that you were on Friday? At Moves?”

  “Yeah, because that’s where I was and I was there all night,” Taylor replied.

  “Where did you say you were on Saturday night?”

  “At Javon’s.”

  “I thought you told me you were going to Jacob’s?”

  Taylor looked at him. “No, man, I said Javon’s,” he stressed.

  Tierney kept looking at him, but he knew what he’d told him. “Oh, okay, man. But you know there’s some shit going around about Felicity being at Moves on Saturday night when she wasn’t supposed to be because she got in a lot of trouble with her parents for being there on Friday and she stayed out all night.”

  Taylor looked at him. “And where did you see or hear that at?”

  “It’s all over social media, but it’s not on her page since she’s still in the hospital and her social media pages have been deleted. Why would they be deleted at a time like this? Is she gonna die?”

  “I don’t know anything about her condition, man, and I haven’t heard or seen anything on social media about it. I follow Erin and she hasn’t been saying anything about it, either, and I know that she knows. She’s just been posting stuff about praying for Felicity, but she’s not giving anyone an update on her condition.”

  “Have you asked Erin personally how Felicity is doing? You know, through a text or private message?” Tierney asked.

  Taylor shook his head. “No, man.”

  Tierney looked shocked! “Really, man? Why not?”

  “Because I don’t wanna look suspicious, okay? Like I had something to do with what happened to Felicity. Everyone always thinks that it could be the boyfriend or the boy next door or across the street, like in my case. I know it may sound crazy, but asking too much about how someone is and always talking about it to the media or on social media can start to make a person look suspicious.”

  Tierney kept staring at him. “Tay, I’m your brother. I’m closer to you than any of your friends. If you have something that you wanna talk to me about—”

  “I have nothing that I wanna talk to you about, Tier, okay?!” Taylor angrily replied. “Look, I had enough shit from those cops today and from my friends, so I don’t need it from you, and it’s bad enough that I have to face Felicity’s bedroom window every day, so please, I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”

  Tierney continued to stare at him, but didn’t say anything to him for the rest of the ride home.

  Chapter 23

  “Damn, I wish we could’ve done a phone interview instead, but we have to go where a potential suspect might be,” Sherwood said, as he drove to Chardon Rosalie Welsing Academy, the boarding school that Stacia attended, and it was two-hundred miles north. It was Thursday morning.

  “It’s a long drive, and Stacia knows that she’s meeting with us because we can’t take the chance of traveling two-hundred miles somewhere and the person or persons that we wanna talk to aren’t there,” Seals said, and then took a sip of her coffee as she stared out the window. “I’m actually surprised that she agreed to talk to us. She said that she wasn’t coming back down here this weekend because she has a mid-term this upcoming Monday so she’ll be studying for it with her study group the whole weekend.”

  “Got it. Well, I’m glad that you were able to find out about her on social media, but you said you couldn’t find any accounts that personally belonged to her on social media?”

  Seals shook her head. “No, I couldn’t. Maybe she doesn’t have any. I mean, not all people her age do. I’ll officially ask her, of course.”

  “Yeah, we will. And I have to admit, it’s a great place to look for suspects when shit happens because no matter what, someone can’t keep their mouth shut.”

  Seals laughed. “Or stop posting pictures and/or videos. But, yeah, and in this case I found out about her through a guy name Jay Stringer, and he’s also someone who’s always at Moves every Friday and Saturday just like how Felicity was. I started following him under my undercover account and I’ve noticed that he’s had a lot of pictures of Stacia lately. He even has some pics of Stacia’s bag that got all fucked up at the club the very first night she was there, and guess who he’s accusing of doing it?”

  “Our victim, Miss. Felicity Gains,” Sherwood replied with a grin.

  “You guessed right!” Seals said with a laugh. “I have to admit that Felicity caused a lot of fuckery, and in this day and age you just can’t do shit like the way you used to and get away with it. People are just more evil these days and will hurt or kill you over the smallest things.”

  “And that’s what I always tell my kids. The world they’re growing up in with all of this technology and social media and shit is a lot different than how their mom and I grew up, so they better watch what they say about people and do because they never know who could be reposting it, filming it, or however they like to spread a message, and the world can see it within minutes.”

  “Very true,” Seals said. “Oh, and I confirmed with Carmine Jennings that the incident with Stacia’s bag did take place at Moves on Friday night two weeks ago, not this past one. He asked me did we find out who did it so he can update the case, and I told him that we hadn’t because we have no proof that Felicity did it.”

  “Good. But do you think Stacia would hurt Felicity that bad over a ruined bag?”

  “Absolutely!” Seals replied with a chuckle. “That was a damn near $3,000 bag she ruined! And her $90 lipstick was stolen out of it as well! I would’ve beat the shit out of her, too! But that’s off the record!”

  Sherwood laughed. “Yeah, it is! Well, we’ll see what she tells us.”

  Hours later, they arrived at Chardon Rosalie Welsing Academy. They got out of the car and headed towards the school’s front entrance, as boys dressed in black sports jackets with matching pants on, white shirts, and black and white plaid ties, stared at them. The girls did the same wearing their black blazers, white shirts, and black and white plaid ties and pleated skirts. There was not a student in sight that wasn’t carrying some sort of designer school bag and had in their hand the latest and greatest smartphone.

  Sherwood and Seals were led into a room by the administrative assistant to where Stacia was waiting.

  “Miss. Eversley?” the administrative assistant said.

  Stacia looked up from her phone. “Yes?�
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  “These detectives are here to see you,” the administrative assistant informed her.

  Stacia stared at them, and this confirmed to her how serious this was that they drove two-hundred miles up here to talk to her about Felicity.

  The administrative assistant left the room and shut the door behind her.

  “Stacia Eversley, I’m Detective Genevieve Seals. I spoke to you on the phone yesterday, remember?” Seals said.

  “Of course, it was just yesterday,” Stacia replied, with an irritating tone in her voice.

  Seals gave Stacia a forced smile; Sherwood grinned.

  “Well, Stacia, I’m Detective Roland Sherwood, Detective Seals’ partner. You know what we’re here to talk to you about.”

  “And how long is this gonna take? I can’t be out of class all day,” Stacia replied, as she put her phone away, and then sat with her arms crossed. She was dressed in the same way all of the girls were dressed here, but she was wearing a pair of four-inch black satin heels with a square crystal buckle on them.

  Seals looked down at her shoes. “Those are some beautiful shoes, Stacia. You’re allowed to wear shoes like that here?”

  “No, but I wear them anyway. As long as they’re not too outrageous looking, the teachers don’t give a damn. We only get demerits if we come in wearing some patent leather thigh-high boots or something,” Stacia replied.

  Seals and Sherwood grinned at each other.

  “Well, Stacia, you seem like the type that likes to dress to impress, no matter if you’re in your uniform or not. It seems like you always like to have something from your ensemble to stand out. And it’s obvious that someone didn’t like the fact that you have a lot of nice things,” Sherwood said.

  Stacia shook her head. “It’s not my fault that I’m extremely wealthy and have great style. I wear what I wanna wear and I don’t care what people say about it.”

  “And it’s obvious that you had a lot of haters that very first night that you were at Moves since someone messed up one of your nice items,” Sherwood said.

  “Do you know who did it?” Stacia asked, as her voice piqued with interest.