Naomi POV

"How the hell could someone even think of killing Serena? I mean, she was so-" I say, but my dad interrupts me.
"Naomi?" he says.
"Yeah, Dad?"
"The others agreed on making you go in for questioning. So, come on, then." he tells me.
I get up and walk to the questioning room. I know they can't say I did it, I mean, my dad is a policeman, and it's kind of impossible for me to kill, since there's security cameras in my house and my dad is watching me 24/7. I swear to God there's a cop on my ass every time I leave my house. I sit down at the table across from the investigator.
"Naomi, where were you on the night of the murder?" she asks.
"I was at home, watching a TV show with my boyfriend," I answer bluntly, already being mentally prepared for this. "Why can't you just search my house and look at the fucking security cameras covering it?"
"With your boyfriend? Well, actually, he is a major suspect in the case. What's your proof that he was with you at the time of the murder?" she asks.
"I. Just. Said. SECURITY CAMERAS. EVERYWHERE. I can barely walk around my OWN HOUSE without having to look at cameras. So check them." I yell. "We have. He left for the bathroom at the exact time Serena was murdered." she says.
"Uh, I don't actually recall that. And I thought this was about me? Not Michael?" I point out.
"Go. We're done here."
"Excuse me? You only asked about Michael? What if I said right now that I did it?" I say.
"We wouldn't believe you. There's more proof that Michael or Ashton did it."
"Ashton? Why is Ashton a suspect?" I ask. "I mean, he loved her, and he's literally the kindest person I know. He legit can't kill a goddamned fly."
"Leave."
I listen this time, and push the chair backwards with such force, it falls over and hits the wall behind me, which was actually not that far away. I walk myself to the single door and swing it open, not bothering to close it. I would probably break the glass window on it. No, I would probably yank it off the hinges and go fucking Hulk on the bitch inside.
"Jesus, she looks pissed,” Calum mutters. I ignore him and shake my head in disbelief.
"Okay, guys, let's go home. It's been a long night,” my dad says.
We all go to our separate cars, me with my dad in his car, Calum, Michael, and Luke in Mike's car, and Valerie and Ashton in their car. Ashley was going to walk home, but after what happened the night before, my dad thought it was best that she would go to our place for the night. We drove away from the police station, heading to my house.
“Hey, girls, you might want to steer clear of Ashton or Michael. The killer wrote on Serena’s body, ‘Guess who’s next’. We think it might be Valerie, but it could be any of you. So Naomi, you can’t be with Michael until we get this figured out.” my dad says.
“Yeah, about that. Why are Michael and Ashton even involved?” I ask.
“Because they have the best evidence.”
“Dad, Michael was with me the entire time! We we’re awake all night, and he went to the bathroom way after Serena was killed! It was like, 3 AM and she was killed at what time? Midnight?”
"You know I don't trust Michael. I mean, none of the other guys do, and why is that? He's constantly breaking the law! He's not a good person," he says.
"Michael is a literal kitten. And what about Ashton? You like Ashton, he can't have anything against him in this!" I tell him.
"Valerie said he left after Serena left. And who knows, he could have things against her. He was totally capable of murdering her. And, Valerie said she didn't know why he left, he just left. That's hard evidence right there."
"To be honest Dad, you are just completely ignorant sometimes." I say. He was about to say something back, but Ashley cut in, to my relief. Calling him ignorant wasn't such a great idea.
"Excuse me, but can we get something to eat? I'm kind of really hungry," she says.
"Yeah, I am too."
"Okay. Jack in the Box?"

Notes

Short chapter, but, like it or die.