Summer Daze
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Category:
G through L › Law & Order
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,885
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Law & Order, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen:
Summer sat quietly between Captain Ross and Detective Logan with hurt and angry tears shimmering in her eyes. She watched through the glass as the journey toward justice neared its end.
“I really don’t understand how any of this can possibly help.” Erin Davis spoke to Detective Goren and shivered a bit in the unpleasantly cool interrogation room, “I haven’t seen my sister in months.”
Bobby marveled at the young woman across the table. He could have been looking at Summer, except for the brown hair pulled back in a severe bun and the eyes; true they were green, but they lacked the humor and passion that made her twin so alluring. “We just need some background information.” He replied, “What was she like as a child?”
Erin chuckled and shook her head, “Oh, god…the fights…”
“Fights?” the detective asked.
"We got into some kind of physical battle every day until we were twelve or thirteen," she said. "She was out to hurt me and wouldn't stop until I started to cry or Mom threatened her. When her rage was triggered, nothing could stop her."
“That’s not true.” Summer whispered to the men beside her, “She’s telling it backward.”
“Really?” Goren encouraged Ms. Davis to go on.
“Oh, yes.” She replied with relish, “I remember one time she scratched my face and neck so badly that I bled, just because I played a little trick on her.”
“Trick?” Summer stated in shock, “She tried to…”
“Just shut up and watch.” Logan ordered quietly.
“A trick?” Bobby grinned and laughed lightly.
Erin laughed with him, “We were 14, she was snoring, her nose was plugged up and her mouth was open. So I stuffed her mouth with tissues and she blew up like a balloon,” she paused a moment as hilarity overtook her. When she continued, her face tightened with anger, “The next night, I decided to ‘suffocate’ her again, but she was waiting for me, pretending to be asleep. I crept over to her bed and started to stuff her mouth, but she started screaming at the top of her lungs and clawing at me. It was 2 a.m., and there I was hunched over her when Dad threw open the door and sentenced me to thirty days with no TV.”
“Over a little prank like that?” he commiserated.
“Oh, it was always like that.” She answered glumly, “Over the years, my sister, the ‘special’ child, decided she was superior just because our parents thought so. The ‘princess’ could do no wrong and made my life miserable with her existence. Our parents found everything she did just ‘wonderful’. Neither one of them was ever willing to take my side. I never got praise for doing anything well, even though I was the best student and had loads of friends. And when I'd go to my parents because my sister had done some injustice, they gave me absolutely no support."
“That must have been hard.” Bobby empathized.
“You’re telling me!” Erin retorted, “I’m the one that went to college, on a full scholarship no less. I’m the one who has a good job, a nice apartment. I’m an upstanding member of my community! But do they see that? NO! It’s always, ‘Oh, isn’t Summer so creative?’ and ‘Doesn’t Summer sing like an angel?’ Damn it! She’s a filthy punk living in a rat hole on St. Mark’s Place and begging for coins in Tompkins Square. Oh, I know she calls it ‘street performing’ but she’s no better than those crazy homeless people you trip over on every street corner…Bet they don’t think she’s so perfect now.”
Bobby placed a comforting hand over hers and looked sympathetically into her eyes, “You had to make them understand…”
‘Of course, they were never going to see it on their own.” She nodded, “Now they will understand that I’m better than she is.”
“And your sister had to be punished…” he coaxed.
“Exactly…” she smiled.
“So you killed two birds with one stone.” Bobby smiled triumphantly.
“Or…” she laughed, “Two worthless freaks…It’s perfect. Mom and Dad finally realize that I’m the good twin, Summer goes to jail and cries over the loss of her ‘friends’…no big loss, if you ask me, but there’s no accounting for taste.”
Bobby leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Weren’t you afraid someone would see you?”
“No, silly! That fish market is pitch black at night.” the former Rain Davis giggled, her eyes lit up with mischief and Bobby nearly shivered at how eerily she resembled Summer. “Besides, I toss on a crazy blue wig and, from a distance; even our mother would swear I was her.”
“What about the apartment building?” Bobby asked, looking for clarification, “That stairwell is pretty narrow and people know your sister very well there.”
“Oh that…” she smiled victoriously, “I took one of her crazy outfits. I even made sure I got that loser’s blood all over it. Then I changed in the alley and tossed it in the dumpster, you know, just to make sure there was extra evidence against her.”
Goren stood slowly and walked around the table, “Erin Davis. You are under arrest for the murders of Esther Morgan and Andrew McKown…”
Summer sat quietly between Captain Ross and Detective Logan with hurt and angry tears shimmering in her eyes. She watched through the glass as the journey toward justice neared its end.
“I really don’t understand how any of this can possibly help.” Erin Davis spoke to Detective Goren and shivered a bit in the unpleasantly cool interrogation room, “I haven’t seen my sister in months.”
Bobby marveled at the young woman across the table. He could have been looking at Summer, except for the brown hair pulled back in a severe bun and the eyes; true they were green, but they lacked the humor and passion that made her twin so alluring. “We just need some background information.” He replied, “What was she like as a child?”
Erin chuckled and shook her head, “Oh, god…the fights…”
“Fights?” the detective asked.
"We got into some kind of physical battle every day until we were twelve or thirteen," she said. "She was out to hurt me and wouldn't stop until I started to cry or Mom threatened her. When her rage was triggered, nothing could stop her."
“That’s not true.” Summer whispered to the men beside her, “She’s telling it backward.”
“Really?” Goren encouraged Ms. Davis to go on.
“Oh, yes.” She replied with relish, “I remember one time she scratched my face and neck so badly that I bled, just because I played a little trick on her.”
“Trick?” Summer stated in shock, “She tried to…”
“Just shut up and watch.” Logan ordered quietly.
“A trick?” Bobby grinned and laughed lightly.
Erin laughed with him, “We were 14, she was snoring, her nose was plugged up and her mouth was open. So I stuffed her mouth with tissues and she blew up like a balloon,” she paused a moment as hilarity overtook her. When she continued, her face tightened with anger, “The next night, I decided to ‘suffocate’ her again, but she was waiting for me, pretending to be asleep. I crept over to her bed and started to stuff her mouth, but she started screaming at the top of her lungs and clawing at me. It was 2 a.m., and there I was hunched over her when Dad threw open the door and sentenced me to thirty days with no TV.”
“Over a little prank like that?” he commiserated.
“Oh, it was always like that.” She answered glumly, “Over the years, my sister, the ‘special’ child, decided she was superior just because our parents thought so. The ‘princess’ could do no wrong and made my life miserable with her existence. Our parents found everything she did just ‘wonderful’. Neither one of them was ever willing to take my side. I never got praise for doing anything well, even though I was the best student and had loads of friends. And when I'd go to my parents because my sister had done some injustice, they gave me absolutely no support."
“That must have been hard.” Bobby empathized.
“You’re telling me!” Erin retorted, “I’m the one that went to college, on a full scholarship no less. I’m the one who has a good job, a nice apartment. I’m an upstanding member of my community! But do they see that? NO! It’s always, ‘Oh, isn’t Summer so creative?’ and ‘Doesn’t Summer sing like an angel?’ Damn it! She’s a filthy punk living in a rat hole on St. Mark’s Place and begging for coins in Tompkins Square. Oh, I know she calls it ‘street performing’ but she’s no better than those crazy homeless people you trip over on every street corner…Bet they don’t think she’s so perfect now.”
Bobby placed a comforting hand over hers and looked sympathetically into her eyes, “You had to make them understand…”
‘Of course, they were never going to see it on their own.” She nodded, “Now they will understand that I’m better than she is.”
“And your sister had to be punished…” he coaxed.
“Exactly…” she smiled.
“So you killed two birds with one stone.” Bobby smiled triumphantly.
“Or…” she laughed, “Two worthless freaks…It’s perfect. Mom and Dad finally realize that I’m the good twin, Summer goes to jail and cries over the loss of her ‘friends’…no big loss, if you ask me, but there’s no accounting for taste.”
Bobby leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Weren’t you afraid someone would see you?”
“No, silly! That fish market is pitch black at night.” the former Rain Davis giggled, her eyes lit up with mischief and Bobby nearly shivered at how eerily she resembled Summer. “Besides, I toss on a crazy blue wig and, from a distance; even our mother would swear I was her.”
“What about the apartment building?” Bobby asked, looking for clarification, “That stairwell is pretty narrow and people know your sister very well there.”
“Oh that…” she smiled victoriously, “I took one of her crazy outfits. I even made sure I got that loser’s blood all over it. Then I changed in the alley and tossed it in the dumpster, you know, just to make sure there was extra evidence against her.”
Goren stood slowly and walked around the table, “Erin Davis. You are under arrest for the murders of Esther Morgan and Andrew McKown…”