He grabbed her arm and yanked her back inside, roughly.
"No!" he demanded. He dragged her all the way to the bathroom and locked the door behind them. He pressed his back to the door, covering the lock.
"You are being ridiculous- what proof do you have that this was self-defence? the gun, with your fingerprints? His body, with my fingerprints? I've read enough murder mystery books to know where this is going-" he huffed, panicking slightly
"And even if you do get away with it- you still have a fucking GUN on campus! You'll get fucking suspended! Then what will your parents do, huh?"
Kaiya grabbed her arm back. "Don't talk to me like that, Sunny. You underestimate the power a crying girl has on old men. I can fucking handle myself."
With that, she ran out of her room and towards the principal's office.
Sunny sat, unsure of what he should do next. His head hasn't been in the right place recently, hes neglecting thing and falling behind on school work, but he knew went he had taken things to far. He pulled out his phone and dial 3 digits, not quite aware of why he hadn't done it sooner.
"Uh, hey. There's a dead man in my bathroom."
Outside the principal's office, Kaiya paced back and forth.
She knew that she had to word what she wanted to say perfectly, otherwise it would just go to shit.
But she didn't know what that was.
Sunny sat quietly, waiting for the ambulance. He could leave now. Pack up the suitcase with Colton body and flee, but he felt to heavy to move.
He didn't even kill him, he was just a witness.
So why does this all feel like his fault?
Kaiya hyped herself up, digging her nails into her thighs to create gashes and to make herself cry.
She made her breath shaky.
She'd done this before.
She knew what to do.
He could hear the sirens outside the campus now. He knew had he would go to prison. Even if he didn't, he'd still be suspect number one and the target of media outbursts. He thought about how he'd cope in the slammer. Large, gruff offenders with tattoos and prison shanks. He would fit in at all, he's the complete opposite of them and had no muscle strength to fend for himself. What would his father think? He would find out, being the nearest relative. And, on the off chance they let him back into the courtroom, how would he act? Would he lash out? Would he support his son or stand against him? Sunny was so lost in thought he didn't even notice the man standing in the doorway,
"Sir? Are you Sunny June?"
Kaiya was about to knock on the principal's door when she heard sirens.
Panic began to set in.
She knew Sunny had called the police.
But maybe she could still save this.
The both of them.
She ran back to her room to see it surrounded by police officers.
One of the female officers saw her panic and escorted her away.
The holding cells were eerily quiet. Not even a breath was exchanged as Sunny sat on the cold tiled floor. He was going to prison, for sure, might as well get used to it.
He guessed that Kaiya would try to bail him out, tell them she shot the gun; but even then, how many middle aged men would believe that a petite little lady killed a man?
Nope, throw the red head a bone cause his soulless ass was about to be beaten.
Kaiya was being interrogated. She was in one of those rooms, which wasn't particularly helping her self-inflicted anxiety.
"I need you to tell me exactly what happened, Miss Whelan."
"I was going to leave for class when Colton showed up. He'd tried to rape me a few times but I'd always stopped him. When Sunny realised I wasn't in class he came to find me."
Another man from down the hall a bit started to cause a commotion. Scream-crying filled the air, putting Sunny on edge even more.
Was it his fault?
If he hadn't come to find Kaiya in the first place, would she have gotten the gun?
Everything, in retrospect, was his fault.
Hell, he could probably link himself to his classmates' death too.
"It's a sad world we live in~" he sung to himself, as guards ran down the hall to retain the hysterical inmate
"What happened next?"
"Colton had a tight grip on me. I pushed him away just before Sunny got there. I ran into the bathroom when Colton was distracted and I think they fought a little. I'd taken one of my dad's guns a few months ago because I was scared of Colton, and I grabbed it. I walked back out and Sunny got distracted. Colton knocked him out and when I was worried about him he came towards me, so I shot his leg."
The man was out of his cell and on the ground now.
He was mumbling in a strange tongue, convulsing like he was possessed,
His head snapped up at one of the guards, baring into his eye sockets,
"Bring him" he spoke calmly, not breaking eye contact,
"He knows what he did"
Another guard tazed him before he could explain any further, and the previous one backed away, clearly shaken.
What ever drug that guy on, Sunny made a mental note to never take it.
Still, the calm manner of the mans voice, and how he was so sure about what he said,
It made Sunny's stomach knot in a strange way.
Kaiya was silently urged to continue.
"We kinda just stood in a stalemate for a bit. I bent back down to try and wake Sunny up and Colton moved towards me again. In my panic I just pulled the trigger. And…it went through his forehead. I didn't mean to do it, but I was scared. Sunny had nothing to do with Colton's death. He had no part in it. It was me."
The day dragged on as Sunny best around his head.
Fuck, who knew isolation was so fucking boring?
A guard entered the locked hall and walked down to Sunnys cell, unlocking it.
"Come on," he huffed,
"It's your turn to be questioned."
"If he had no part in it, why did we find Mr June's fingerprints on Colton's body?"
"Because…he wanted to hide it. I knew I could plead self-defense but he didn't have any faith. He wanted to cut the body up and drive it far away. But I told him no. If there was anyway we were getting out of this it wasn't that way."
Sunny sat in the small, barren room and waited for someone to come bother him. The clocked ticked on, fueling his anxiety through the roof. Eventually, a short, fat middle aged white man entered and sat down.
"State your full name."
"Sunny Raymond June."
"Date of birth?"
"7th of October, 2002."
"Alright-"
The man lent back in his chair, studying him closely.
"What happened, Mr June?"
The people investigating Kaiya began to stand up and leave.
"Wait, don't leave me alone!"
They ignored her, leaving her alone.
Sunny swallowed,
"Uh- I'm not really sure. When i got there Colton was already on the floor, so we got into a fist fight. He hit me really hard and then my head hit the floor and i had a seizure. He was dead when I woke up."
As Kaiya was left alone, she began to panic. The weight of her actions were truly dawning on her.
She didn't know what would happen. She didn't know if she could get away with it.
She didn't know what her parents would do. She didn't know what they would think.
"So your claiming to have no part in this investigation?"
"That is correct, officer."
"Are you sure that's the whole truth?"
Sunny stiffened, suddenly unsure about his statement,
"Um- yes. That is what i believe to be the truth."
The office shifted forward, leaning his forearms on the desk and linking his hands.
"Miss Whelan said you you intended to dispose of the body by dissecting it and burying it. Is this true, Mr June?"
Sunny's face drained of blood,
"I-I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?"
Sunny.
What was happening with him?
She'd known he had been arrested.
Was he being questioned?
Was what she had said being held against him?
Had she ruined his chances of getting away?
"Did you or did you not intend to tamper with the victim's body?"
Sunny couldn't breathe. He was done for. He knew they should have hidden the body and never speak of it. He KNEW it!
"Mr June, please answer the question truthfully."
"…yes officer, I did plan on disposing of Colton's body on some family property."
"Right," the man stood up and left without a word, leaving Sunny alone in the dank room.
He could just end it here, right?
He could take his life and skip all the legal and guilt bullshit.
But how would he? The room was empty besides the table and chair tucked away in the corner.
…
He wonders what his mother was thinking. Knowing her son had become the one thing he vowed to hate.
Kaiya started to take deep breaths.
They were still shaky.
She stood up and began to walk around the room.
She twisted her hands together.
"What the fuck have I gotten myself into?"
The man entered the room again, about 15 minutes later.
"Alright, I have some questions to ask you now. You'll be hooked up to a polygraph, so remember to be truthful.
A woman walked in and placed a large monitor on the desk, helping herself to feeling Sunny up and attaching stickers to his bare chest.
"We'll start with some simple, warmup questions. Is your full name Sunny Raymond June?"
Sunny gulped afraid of the results the machine would give him."
"Y-yes, sir."
Kaiya just kept repeating the phrase.
It was all that was in her mind.
Nothing else.
She just repeated it.
Over and over and over and over.
"Were you born in Dubin, Ireland?"
"Yessir."
"Do you have any relation to Ms Whelan?"
Sunny hesitated, though he supposed it was too late to lie now."
"Yessir."
The woman scribbled down notes every time he spoke, putting him more and more on edge,
"Were you involved in the assault of the victim?"
The door opened and Kaiya turned to look at it.
Almost immediately, she wished it was Rylee.
He would have comforted her.
He would have understood.
But it wasn't Rylee.
It would never be.
"Yessir," he whispered, letting out a shuttered breath,
"Why did you assault him?"
"Ms Whelan?"
"Yes?"
"Mr June is currently being questioned a few rooms over. He is taking part in a polygraph test."
"If he's doing one, shouldn't I?"
"There's no need for that."
