Chapter 49: Chapter 49

"Explain Jane."

I watch her carefully, keeping my eyes trained on her every move. If Jake has taught me anything, it's to never trust anyone. Even the people who appear completely sweet and innocent on the outside can have a vicious evil interior.

Exhibit A - Jane.

Jane is currently sat on the stool opposite me, her right leg bouncing up and down nervously. My eyes narrow at her as I try to figure out whether it's an act or real.

"It's because of you!" Jane starts, her words icy and instantly full of blame. I can see the burning fire of anger inside her pupils and I frown further, unable to figure Jane out.

"So because of me, you killed Dylan? Oh yeah, that makes so much sense." I spit back sarcastically, an amused expression on my face. Jane sneers at my sarcastic response, my words only causing her anger to increase. She's glares at me, her eyes narrowed into thin slits.

"Yes! How do you do it Emily?" She suddenly asks, tilting her head to the side. Her eyes roam over my body and she scoffs, looking away.

"How do I do what?" I question, feeling confused as hell. Looks like Ivory isn't the only one taking a happy pill or two...

"How do you make all the boys want you? I mean, look at you! You're so. . . plain." She spits out, chuckling under her breath. Her face contorts in jealousy, features twisted into a permanent ugly scowl.

"It's a gift." I spit back bluntly, unable to believe this is Jane's explanation. How can you justify murder with. . . jealousy? Her eyes suddenly land on me again, staring intently.

"Why does Tobias want you so badly? I just don't understand."

"Tobias doesn't want me." I hit back at her. Jane's laughter fills the room, bouncing off the walls. It's a deep throaty laugh and watching her throw her head back and chuckle reminds me of how crazy this girl is.

"Cut the shit and get to the part where you murder Dylan." I interrupt her firmly, cutting her laughter short. Her eyebrows shoot up and she clears her throat, ready to speak again.

By now I'm beginning to grow impatient. Beside me, Trish is watching Jane with a fixed stare and Ben continues to comfort Ivory. I know the ambulance will be here soon and if I'm not quick enough, I'd run our time to get an explanation from Jane.

"Answer the question first," Jane smirks, knowing she holds the power in this conversation. I stare back at her grimly, my mouth set in a permanent line. Gripping the gun tightly, I lift it back up, aiming it at her once again.

"I think you're forgetting who has the gun, answer my question." I shoot back, becoming restless. I'm conscious of the time, knowing precious minutes are ticking away, leaving me with nothing but seconds. Jane's smirk slowly vanishes and replaced by a unhappy scowl.

"Isn't it obvious? I wanted to frame Tobias." Jane sighs, looking bored. Her eyes travel around the room and her body slumps in a relaxed position. The image of her being so calm finally causes me to snap. I storm up to her, pushing the gun back inside my back pocket. My hand grips her chin tightly and I feel her freeze underneath my grip, her body becoming rigid.

Without hesitation, I force her to look at me, right in the eyes. Fear and confusion are the only emotions I can read from her expression. My grip on her chin tighten and I scowl at her, my teeth clenched angrily.

"All of this to ruin his life! You sick psycho." I hiss, inching my face closer to hers. Jane doesn't dare breath and her eyes widen with panic and fear. She let out a small whimper and I shake my head at her, the anger building up inside of me.

"You killed an innocent boy just to frame Tobias! What is wrong with you?!" I yell in her face, my scream echoing around the room. I tighten my hold on Jane's chin and feel her shaking underneath me. The entire time, I force her to maintain eye contact with me so she can see the fresh anger in my eyes.

The girl is completely deranged, a sick individual that doesn't care for anyone but herself.

"She drugged me." Ivory's small timid voice breaks the silence in the room and I freeze, turning my face so I'm looking at Ivory. She's staring straight at Jane, her eyes wide with fear.

Suddenly everything clicks into place.

"What did you just say Ivory?" I ask her slowly, my voice calm and monotone. My grip on Jane's chin tightens as I feel her wriggle underneath me, attempting to free herself.

No way am I letting go of this bitch just yet. I'm not done with her. Ivory tears her eyes away from Jane and land on me, her eyes filling with sadness.

"She drugged me! Because I saw it Emily," Ivory whimpers, clutching onto Ben's arm tightly.

"You saw what?" I ask her, wanting her to say the words. My stomach churns with bile and I struggle to keep it down.

"I saw her kill Dylan! I saw her!" Ivory cries out, tears running down her cheeks.

I feels chills run down my body and my calm facade completely crumbles to the ground. I turn my head slowly, my eyes turning five shades darker as they stare at Jane.

She's now crying silently, tears streaming down her cheeks and falling onto my hand. I slowly lower my face until it's inch away from hers and pause for a few moments. My heart beats inside my chest like crazy and I can hear it pounding repeatedly through my ears.

"You fucking did what?" I hiss, my voice full of hatred and anger. I'm not angry, I'm livid. I feel the fire building up inside of me, the anger brewing inside my stomach.

"Tell me what you did!" I scream at her, wanting her to admit to her crimes. Jane quivers underneath my grip, her body almost falling off the stool if it wasn't for my strong hold. I dig my fingers in deeper, wanting to inflict pain on her. She whimpers loudly underneath me and lets out a loud sob, her lips quivering in fright.

"I did it, I d-drugged Ivory!" Jane finally admits, her chest heaving with guilty sobs. I barely blink and continue to stare straight through her eyes, unable to believe this girl could be capable of such dark twisted crimes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She apologises repeatedly. I don't stop to hear her apologies or explanations, I've heard enough. In one swift move, I throw her across the room and watch as she makes contact with the wall. Her body immediately slumps against it, sliding down like a sack of potatoes.

The entire room remains eerily quiet, no-one dares move as we all watch over a passed out murderer. My chest rises and falls heavily from the adrenaline running through my veins.

The faint sound of ambulance sirens can be heard in the distance and that's when I sink myself to the floor, silent tears streaming down my cheeks. My hands shake unsteadily and I pull them close towards my chest.

Seconds later, I feel an arm drape across my shoulders, directing me towards a warm chest. Trish strokes my hair soothingly, pulling me out of the spiralling dark hole inside my mind.

"You did amazing," she whispers shakily, brushing away the tears on my face. I simply nod at her, unable to form any words. My mind is numb along with my body. I turn to face Trish, my eyes glossy and filled with tears —

"Did you get it?" I whisper. She nods before handing me her phone, ending the recording on the screen.

"I got it."