That light skin kid

Chantelle always blanked out when it came to the topic. she’d give the floor the same absent minded stare, the officer asked her once more. “If you didn’t kill him who did?” He continued to force the question through her numb body. She finally answered stumbling on her own words, “I-I didn’t do it I promise! he was going to hurt me, an-and I tried to run but he grabbed me! all i remember after that was i was crying in a pool of blood.” The officer exhaled heavily and got up out of his seat. after pacing the cramped room that was occupied by two black simple chairs and a silver table that was so clean she could see her reflection, the officer looked at her pale, tired face and asked one last time as he placed both his hands on the table “who killed him?”