Chapter fifteen,

interrogations reveal truths

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"HERE'S YOUR TEA." Naomi's soft voice had spoken to the older woman, with sympathy that was laced all over her after she calmly told her that Gale was attacked by Ghost-face, and is in surgery.

Of course, when she was going to obviously sit down in one of her chairs, it was beside her boyfriend, he attempted to give her smile, but she ignored him.

He made her feel unwanted.

Especially, for the shit he yelled at her ten minutes ago. He made her feel so unwanted.

Mark had began pulling out his very own computer along with other equipment, his eyes that were slowly glancing at the teenage girl who was across from him, "Is it alright if I go and record our conversation, Naomi?" He had gently asked the girl.

She couldn't help, but slowly begin to just bite the inside of her cheek. She already knew that when they record you, it could also be used against you.

Nervously asking, "Will you hold it against me? Will I be in trouble?" She questioned him.

Mark had tapped his fingers gently on the table, sighing, "I can't determine if you're in any trouble, yet. I need to hear your confession, Naomi." He retorted.

She began to feel stressed out, she was nervous for all of this only to gently have felt her boyfriend, soothing her shoulder, "It's okay, Naomi. I'm right here." He calmly spoke to her.

Her bottom lip began to tremble, she wouldn't spare a glance at her boyfriend who was giving her a soft look, "I don't know why you're reassuring me, you yelled at me not too long ago without letting me speak." She harshly removed his hand from her shoulder.

   It only made him sigh in defeat.

   He deserved that.

   Naomi had only spared the adults in the room a look, and had straightened her entire posture up, "I'm ready to tell my truth, and to the beginning. I just need to quickly grab some things." She exhaled her breath, standing up from her chair, disappearing from the kitchen, as she ventured off somewhere else.

   The sound of objects that were falling was heard, that made the three raise their eyebrows at what was possibly going on back there, "You okay, Angel?" Chad gently called out.

   His girlfriend had spoken to him a bit defensively at the nickname, "It's Naomi to you, Chad." He felt his heart shatter, that she wasn't allowing him to call her that nickname that he's given her.

Naomi had entered the kitchen with three black duffel bags, she unzipped everything as she immediately began to drop everything on her table, a saddened face at everything she was placing.

It was clothes from a child to her teenage years, specifically the clothes that she had on when her brother got touchy-touch with her.

She had breathed out, "I'm ready for my interrogation." She was finally going to get her justice that she's always wanted, and found a way out of this entire damn mess.

Mark nodded his head, clicking play.

He asked her the first question, "Who's forcing you to do this, Naomi?" He had gently questioned her.

Naomi gripped her chair, "My dad and siblings." She revealed.

Mark had continued on with his interrogation, "And, who is your father and siblings?" He raised his eyebrow, despite already knowing, but he needed to hear it from her own mouth.

   Naomi's eyes watered when she glanced at her boyfriend, she felt so guilty for all of the lies she made for a family that never once cared for her unlike they had did for him, "Detective Bailey, also is known as Wayne Kirsch, Quinn Kirsch and Ethan Kirsch." She had confessed, embarrassment flooded her own eyes.

   Chad's eyes widened, "Naomi. . . are you related to Richie Kirsch? The Woodsboro killer from last year?" The minute that she heard his name, her body flinched in fear.

   It didn't go unnoticed by the three.

   She had nodded her head afterwards in disgust, "Yes. . ." She quietly revealed, that made his eyes widened.

   Mark raised his eyebrow, asking her a question and hope that she'll respond with an answer, "Why did you flinch when he said his name?" Gently asking her.

   Naomi remained silent, ". . ."

   Mark continued, "Were you afraid of him?" He studied the girl and her body language as he continued on about Richie.

   Naomi wasn't speaking, ". . ."

   She had felt herself gripping the chair, her knuckles were getting white with her eyes that were getting so glossy, she was holding in her own tears. She didn't want to break apart, but she was ready to breakdown in complete tears.

   Mark frustratedly tapped his fingers on the table, gently asking once, again, "Are you four avenging Richie Kirsch death?" He retorted, as it ultimately made her breakdown.

   Her knees quickly buckled, her hands were still gripping on her kitchen chair, Naomi had loudly sobbed, she officially broken down that she didn't even realize when Chad approached her, and pulled her into his lap, and moving her hair out of her face with Sydney who bent down to their level.

   Sydney had held her hand attempting to reassure the teenage girl, "Hey, relax. You're not in any kind of trouble, Naomi. It's okay, you're going to be okay." She gently spoke to the girl.

   Naomi shook her head, "No, I'm not. He's going to kill me." She revealed to the woman before continuing on more, "He's going to kill me like he killed my mom, or the way he had Anika killed." She was still trembling against her boyfriends body.

   Sydney had a worrisome look on her face at what the girl revealed, "Who's going to kill you, Naomi?" She questioned the girl.

   "My dad. Detective Bailey."

   Mark had gotten up from his chair and bended down to Naomi's level, "Why would he want to kill you?" He had hesitantly asked the girl.

   Naomi began to tremble even worse than before, slowly calming herself down before she had revealed something, "Because, he's tired of me apparently spreading false rumors that my brother. . ." She inhaled her very own breath before exhaling, "Richie Kirsch raped me since I was barely four years old." She revealed.

   Chad's face had paled, he knew that his girlfriend used to be assaulted, she revealed it to him months ago, but she never given him a name, and he never pressured her into saying anything not until she is ready, but here he was hearing that his girlfriend was sexually abused by someone she trusted at one point.

   He couldn't help, but just securely hold onto his girlfriend, he had felt tears appearing in his eyes very own eyes, and had began whispering in her ear, "You're okay now, he's not going to hurt you anymore, and neither one of them are going to hurt you." He didn't want to let go of his girlfriend who was in his arms.

   Naomi shook her head, "Yes, they will. He's going to kill me, because all they care about it avenging Richie. . ." She had shakily confessed before continuing, "I don't even know how that works, but all of clothes holds evidence of what my brother did is true. The last piece of clothes that he had ever touched me before leaving was my cheerleading attire." She had sucked in her breath.

   Her red cheerleading outfit had blood smeared in the ends of the skirt alongside with dirt, her shirt was ripped. She attempted to put up a fight that night, she heard crunching, and screamed for help only for whoever was hiding behind the bushes disappeared.

   "You're mine, Naomi." He was harshly attempting to kiss her in the mouth, as she wasn't allowing it, "You belong to me, and no one else." He had growled like an animal in her ear, squeezing her breast as she cried in horror attempting to fight him off, but he was too strong.

   He was the very reason that she never even bothered having a boyfriend in her high school years— She didn't want a kid to go and end up dead, or even so missing.

She hadn't known that she had spaced out only to feel her boyfriend sooth her arms as it had gently brought her back down to the real world, "Angel?" He softly called out.

Sydney couldn't help, but suddenly begin to wipe her tears from the crying she was doing after what she heard, while she had sniffled her nose, "You're going to be alright, Naomi. None of them are ever going to be laying a hand on you, you're safe now." She gently reassured the teenage girl.

Mark calmly told the girl, "She's right, kid. You're safe now, but we have to deal with your dad and siblings. . ." He reminded the girl who gently nodded her head, "Do you have any idea where they'll attack tonight?" He questioned her.

She had shook her very own head, "No. They don't tell me anything, I'm just remained out of the loop." She revealed.

Mark had nodded his head standing up, walking beside the table, he couldn't help but suddenly feel vomit attempting to escape his own throat. He felt disgusted on how someone can possibly do this, his eyes had wandered on a paper, picking it up — That ultimately made him feel the vomit appear back, again, "Naomi, where's your restroom?" He gently asked her, as he held his mouth.

Naomi answered his question, "To the right and straight down." A part of her had felt the she knew what he read, and she wasn't blaming him because she had puked too.

Sydney followed behind her husband in worry on what caused him to head into the restroom, the only sound that was heard had been the man puking and breaking down at what he just read, and Naomi had felt guilty for making him accidentally read that.

Chad spoken up, "I'm sorry, Naomi. . ." He slowly began a saddened look expressed on his face, "I shouldn't of ever yelled at you, and just let you speak up, Angel. I'm so sorry for all the shit that you endured, you didn't deserve that. I now understand your entire behavior when you were around them, I'm not going to ever let you go back and endure that pain that they have all given you, you deserve the world and that is what I'm going to give you. . ." He had pushed her hair behind her ears, as she had slowly let tears begin to fall down her eyes, "I love you, so much. I'm sorry, for the stupid shit that I said to you a while ago, you are the best girlfriend ever." He pressed a soft kiss on her that made a small smile appear on her face.

Naomi pressed her forehead agains his forehead, "I forgive you, I should've remained truthful with you, but I was so afraid of them that it made it impossible. . ." She had began to express only to continue on, "You were the first one to ever believe me, and I'll forever grateful for it, you're the biggest blessing that entered my life, a part of me wonders if my mom had put you in my path — I love you, so much. I'll always love you because you had brought back something that he broke, you have brought me so much happiness, and for that I love. . . I love you so much, so much." She kissed his cheeks before kissing his lips.

He smiled down at her, and began placing gentle kisses all over her face that made her let a laughter at his gentle affection, that it didn't go unnoticed by the two adults in the room, a small smile had appeared on Sydneys Prescott face, it was then she knew that this girl needs a happy ending, she has been a victim for over nineteen years, and that ends tonight.

The sound of Naomi's phone vibrating didn't really go unnoticed, all had stiffened especially at what she called out, "It's my dad, should I –"

Mark nodded his head, quietly speaking to her, "Answer it and put it on speaker." He had gently mumbled out.

Tonight would just lead in with chaos after chaos. But, if there is one thing for sure is that Naomi Kirsch alongside her mother will both get their justice.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, hope
you enjoyed chapter fifteen.

I don't know if
love or hate this chapter.

Swearrrr, she has
more things that she
didn't say here that
Mark read and cried on
what he had seen.

Chad has to forgive her,
He loves her too much.