Behind The Scenes

Tyrell

"Tyrell-" "Come out of my face." Tyrell growled. "You're ignoring me, it's not nice." Detective Collins said. "Neither is your stink breath so take a step back." Tyrell held his nostrils.

"You think you're so funny,do you think this is a joke?" Detective McCall frowned. "No,you're mother's pussy is a joke, this is just annoying." Tyrell shrugged. "If I could hurt you-" "Assault isn't in your jurisdiction unless I'm being aggressive, which I'm not." Tyrell chuckled.

"Hi Tyrell Stewfa, I'm Detective Tyrese Collins, you probably don't know me but I'm a homicide detective so is detective McCall and we need your help." Detective Collins smiled.

"I see you're in quite a bit of trouble Mr Stewfa, first you insult my partner-" "He threatened to assault me!" Tyrell folded his arms. Unfazed, Tyrese carried on talking. "And from the reports I'm getting, it seems like you were involved in the murders of three people." Tyrese looked at Tyrell who yawned.

"By the looks of you, you seem like none of this bothers you but I bet inside, your mind is working overtime, trying to think of an excuse to cover this all up. What do you have to say?"

Tyrell didn't say a word so McCall took it upon himself to speak.

"Sit up and stop looking so damn pleased with yourself." McCall screwed up his face. "You was asked a question, dumb ass. You may not be charged yet but your kind are always up to some type of shit!" Detective McCall said.

"My kind? Listen, you stupid Billy Ray Cyrus look alike, take that racist shit somewhere else. You're ass looks like you was born and raised on a damn farm! You're ass looks like you was born with a shotgun in your hands ready to shoot the first black man that looks at your daughter. You racist hillbilly, don't you ever tell me about "my kind"." Tyrell spat, McCall took a step back and looked at Detective Collins.

"I already told you to cut out the racist shit." Tyrese shrugged.

"I swear I'm going to get you locked up." McCall whispered in to Tyrell's ear, Tyrell punched him in the stomach.

"Assaulting an officer, that's terrible, what do you have to say for yourself?" McCall huffed. Tyrell smiled.

"Unless your wife is putting me on a murder charge for murdering that pussy, you can kiss my ass." Tyrell winked.

"You still think that this is funny?" McCall frowned and sent a death glare towards Collins who couldn't stop laughing.

"It was kind of funny." Collins shrugged.

"I don't want to hear anything out of you unless you're admitting to the murders of Brandon Shey, Sarayah Meyers and Reece King." McCall sat down.

"So now you're just assuming I killed them?" Tyrell raised an eyebrow. "I know you did and I'm going to tell you how. You had a problem with Brandon didn't you, I mean who wouldn't after what he did to your girlfriend. He kidnapped her and tortured her, didn't he? I bet she still has nightmares about him, waking up, screaming his name and when he kidnapped an innocent little girl it became too much. You went to his house ready to kill him so you broke in and entered the house he shared with his girlfriend. You went in to the kitchen and took out a butcher's knife, you went in to the living room and stabbed him twice, leaving the knife in him. After you killed him you went in search of the little girl, you was about to exit the house when his girlfriend, Sarayah, charged at you with the knife, you pushed her away from you, making her drop the knife and hit her head, killing her. That's when you started to panic because it was an accident but you heard footsteps, you didn't know who it was because the couple lived together. You looked up and saw Reece with a gun holding at the little girl so you killed him to save her." Collins smiled.

"Right?" Collins frowned. "If I went round there to kill Brandon then why wouldn't I have waited for his girlfriend to go out if I didn't want to kill her?" Tyrell stroked an imaginary beard.

"Is that a confession?" McCall grinned. "No, more of an observation." Tyrell chuckled. "You think your so funny, don't you?" McCall asked. "No, I'm still trying to figure out how you kiss your wife after she sucked my dick, talk about ew."

Tyrese started to laugh until he saw the look on McCall's face. "You're going down." McCall shook his head.

"Yeah, like your sister did, I'm tired of having to tell you the same thing, I'm getting bored of her." Tyrell winked. McCall was about to punch Tyrell but Collins pulled him back.

"He's not worth it." Collins said. "I don't want to be rude but could you bring in my lawyer before I say something that might incriminate me in front of such smart officers." Tyrell smiled.

"If he wasn't in here, I would hurt you so much, I'd have you screaming like a little bitch." McCall spat. "Funny, I said the last seven words to your wife and sister, you're more than welcome to watch, I know you and your wife are having bedroom troubles." Tyrell winked.

"Leave, I'll finish they investigation." Collins said to McCall. "Bye officer." Tyrell waved.

"Detective,dickhead." McCall rebuked. "Oh sorry." Tyrell put a hand on his head.

"Bye Detective dickhead."