Chapter 18 - Xenia

This is ridiculous. I called 9-1-1 and rode in the ambulance with Clay, but now I’m sitting in an interview room at a police station with this dumbass cop who keeps asking me the same questions as somehow my narrative of tonight's events would change.

Because I didn’t feel shitty enough that Clay was possibly drugged on my watch and that he blacked out while eating my pussy. Now I’ve got his cunt mother thinking I’m the one that drugged her son and this cabrón of the same mind as her.

“How many times do I have to repeat myself?” I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“Until I feel I have the whole story.” The officer shrugged.

“You do have the full story! At least the full story from what I could tell you.” I sighed. “I did not drug Clay,” I repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Well, you aren’t giving us any….” The cop narrowed his eyes as the door to the interview room swung open, cutting him off.

I arched my eyebrow as I saw an African American woman in one killer bold yellow p