Home of the Free, the Sick, and Depraved
No, Just No.
Jess's POV-
"And then I was like, 'Suck my-'" my phone rang, interrupting Charlie.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Detective Holbren from the Chicago Police Department. Is this Jessica Montgomery?"
"Um, yes. Why are you calling me?"
"Where were you on the night of May 12th?"
"Uh, Pittsburgh I believe."
"Were you with anyone?"
"I was with a friend, yes."
"Lani Claver?" well... I hope that's Razor's real name...
"Yes. We were at the merch table for Farewell, My Love until about nine."
"Where did she go?"
"Side stage to watch Motionless In White."
"Thank you for your time," he hung up.
What the heck just happened? I walked over onto Motionless's bus.
"Where's Razor?" I asked the guys.
"Back lounge," Balz didn't look up from his phone.
"Lani Claver!" I questioned loudly as I stormed through the door.
"How the hell did you find out about that!" she rose her voice.
"I just got a call from the Chicago police. Care to explain why?"
"They found my dad, dead."
"So you're a suspect why?"
"Because I 'have a lot of hate toward him.' You would too if he walked out of your life with no warning!"
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe he was abducted? He's kind of dead..."
"I'm from Douglasville. Clearly he came to Chicago and someone killed him while he lived his merry life."
"Whatever," I turned and left the back lounge.
"Everything okay?" Balz asked.
"Shut it," I snapped, not stopping.
I stomped back onto the Farewell bus and wanted nothing to do with anyone.
"Hey, Jess," Robby wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned in for a kiss.
"Not in the mood," I grumbled.
"Everything alright?"
"I'm just not in the fucking mood."
"No need to go bitch mode."
"Bitch mode? Really? Cause that's the perfect thing to say to a girl who's clearly already upset."
"Dude, calm down. I'm sorry," he didn't sound sincere at all.
"Fuck off, Robby."
-Balz's POV-
"Hello?" a number I didn't recognize called my cell.
"Joshua Balz?"
"Speaking. May I ask who this is?"
"Detective Holbren from the Chicago Police. Can you verify that Lani Claver was side stage around nine on May 12th?"
"Yes."
"Where were you?"
"With her until we went on stage. She stayed side stage and I looked over periodically to smile at her."
"I see. So you're saying that she couldn't have left?"
"Not really... She doesn't know her way around this city."
"Alright. Thank you for your time," he hung up.
I stood up from my spot on the couch in the front lounge and walked over to the back lounge to find a very angry Razor.
"Babe, everything alright?"
"No. I'm a fucking murder suspect, I can't leave the state until I've been cleared and who knows how long that'll take, and Jess defended my father. My shit hole father."
I sat down next her and wrapped my arm around her waist, letting her rest her head on my shoulder.
"Things will clear up. You didn't murder him so why worry?"
"I guess," her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Really?"
"I see."
"Okay."
"Thank you," she hung up.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Police. I've been cleared."
"I told you things would clear up."
"And then I was like, 'Suck my-'" my phone rang, interrupting Charlie.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Detective Holbren from the Chicago Police Department. Is this Jessica Montgomery?"
"Um, yes. Why are you calling me?"
"Where were you on the night of May 12th?"
"Uh, Pittsburgh I believe."
"Were you with anyone?"
"I was with a friend, yes."
"Lani Claver?" well... I hope that's Razor's real name...
"Yes. We were at the merch table for Farewell, My Love until about nine."
"Where did she go?"
"Side stage to watch Motionless In White."
"Thank you for your time," he hung up.
What the heck just happened? I walked over onto Motionless's bus.
"Where's Razor?" I asked the guys.
"Back lounge," Balz didn't look up from his phone.
"Lani Claver!" I questioned loudly as I stormed through the door.
"How the hell did you find out about that!" she rose her voice.
"I just got a call from the Chicago police. Care to explain why?"
"They found my dad, dead."
"So you're a suspect why?"
"Because I 'have a lot of hate toward him.' You would too if he walked out of your life with no warning!"
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe he was abducted? He's kind of dead..."
"I'm from Douglasville. Clearly he came to Chicago and someone killed him while he lived his merry life."
"Whatever," I turned and left the back lounge.
"Everything okay?" Balz asked.
"Shut it," I snapped, not stopping.
I stomped back onto the Farewell bus and wanted nothing to do with anyone.
"Hey, Jess," Robby wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned in for a kiss.
"Not in the mood," I grumbled.
"Everything alright?"
"I'm just not in the fucking mood."
"No need to go bitch mode."
"Bitch mode? Really? Cause that's the perfect thing to say to a girl who's clearly already upset."
"Dude, calm down. I'm sorry," he didn't sound sincere at all.
"Fuck off, Robby."
-Balz's POV-
"Hello?" a number I didn't recognize called my cell.
"Joshua Balz?"
"Speaking. May I ask who this is?"
"Detective Holbren from the Chicago Police. Can you verify that Lani Claver was side stage around nine on May 12th?"
"Yes."
"Where were you?"
"With her until we went on stage. She stayed side stage and I looked over periodically to smile at her."
"I see. So you're saying that she couldn't have left?"
"Not really... She doesn't know her way around this city."
"Alright. Thank you for your time," he hung up.
I stood up from my spot on the couch in the front lounge and walked over to the back lounge to find a very angry Razor.
"Babe, everything alright?"
"No. I'm a fucking murder suspect, I can't leave the state until I've been cleared and who knows how long that'll take, and Jess defended my father. My shit hole father."
I sat down next her and wrapped my arm around her waist, letting her rest her head on my shoulder.
"Things will clear up. You didn't murder him so why worry?"
"I guess," her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Really?"
"I see."
"Okay."
"Thank you," she hung up.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Police. I've been cleared."
"I told you things would clear up."