I was heading further away from the room when I bumped into Laurel. “Oh, are you done?” She asked. There was a look in her eyes that I could not describe but I did not like it. “Yes, I’m sorry but I could not wait for you. I felt like I was suffocating.” “Oh, honey, it’s alright.” She flashed a smile but it seemed forced. I could see a bit of fear dancing in her eyes now. Her body language also showed that she was nervous. Something was not right. “Excuse me, but I have to leave,” I said as I hurried out. When I reached the lobby area, the receptionist tried to stop me. “Mrs. Kingston? Why are you leaving so early?”I did not even reply to him, I rushed out of the building and could hear the sound of police sirens in the distance. They were getting louder every few seconds. I needed to get out of here. Someone had called the cops!Rushing towards the parking lot, I saw the car. Cristal must have clocked the cops too because she was already heading towards me with the vehicle. She
I watched him walk away, letting a scoff escape my lips. What just happened? You see, I would have been willing to talk to him about staying and tried to convince him but the way he just walked out and acted as if I’d bow down to his every command annoyed me. I tried to let the anger rising in me to cool down before walking out after a few minutes. When I was out of the Villa, I saw the car waiting for me. The engines were alive and Chris had a look of expectation plastered across his face. I walked right up to him, closing the distance before saying, “I am not going. I am not going to run away. I don’t want that kind of life.” Chris squinted his eyes a bit as if he was trying to understand something. Then he opened the door of the expensive car, getting down. “So which kind of life do you want? One which you are accused of murdering your ex?” I smiled, but it had no hint of being one that was of joy or humor. “Leave, Chris. Go take care of what you truly care about. Your compani
As I sat in the back of the police car, I couldn’t help ut question my decision. The reality of the situation hit me, and doubts crept into my mind. Was turning myself in the right choice? Would I be able to prove my innocence from behind bars?The ride to the police station was silent, broken only by the occasional radio chatter from the officers up front. I took deep breaths, attempting to steady my nerves and clear my thoughts. The gravity of the accusations against me began to sink in, and my mind felt very heavy. Upon arriving at the police station, I was led through a series of cold, dimly lit hallways. The familiar sounds of slamming cell doors and distant conversations created an atmosphere of tension. As they processed me, the officer maintained a professional demeanor, but their suspicion was palpable. In the interrogation room, a detective with a stern expression awaited me. I did not know him and it was my first time seeing him. The room felt sterile, and the harsh f
As the detective left the room, leaving me with my thoughts, I could not help but feel a sense of loneliness and vulnerability. The harsh reality of my situation started to sink in even deeper. The possibility of facing a trial, especially with such damning evidence against me, loomed over my head like a storm cloud. I hated it. I took a few deep breaths and released them as I began to reflect on the events that had led me to this point. The fight with Mitch, the accusations, the fingerprints on the alleged murder weapon–everything seemed like a piece of a puzzle that I had not fully grasped. The real killer was out there, and I needed to find a way to prove my innocence and uncover the truth, while at the same time being very careful and trying my best to please the killer and do what he or she wanted me to do. The sound of the door opening as someone walked in caught my attention. It was two guards, and I had an idea as to why they were in there; to take me to my cell. I stood
Could it be Cassie? That was the only name that was ringing in my head over and over. Who was she? When I used to date Mitch, he had this crazy ex who hated my guts. She believed that I was the wrong choice for him and had often tried to break us apart. I mean, it sounds only like a harmless case of jealousy and regret, right? But listen, what makes me think that she could actually do something like that is the fact that she had dr****d me one time when Mitch and I went to a party. She had dr****d me, taken me to her house, and even held me hostage for hours. Long story short, the police were called and I was rescued. I did not press charges because her parents begged me; they told me that she had been going through a hard time after she had been rejected from all the colleges she had applied. Plus, she had been obsessed with Mitch, believing that he was her soulmate. So…come on, the possibility was there. And it was a very strong one. “Is this Cassie?” I asked the guard, looki
Through the haze of agony, I could hear the approaching footsteps growing louder, mixed with the murmur of voices. As the pain reached its peak, the cell door swung open, and a group of guards rushed in. Their faces reflected a mix of concern and urgency. It was a stark contrast to their usual indifference. One of the guards, different from the one who had been helping me, knelt beside me. “What’s happening?” I managed to whisper through gritted teeth, tears escaping my eyes. “It’s alright, we’re going to help you,” He assured me, looking away for a few seconds so he could tell his colleagues to get the medical team. The pain began to ebb away, leaving me weak and trembling. The guards exchanged glances, communicating in hushed tones. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead as I tried to make sense of the situation. “We need to get her to the infirmary, now,” One of the guards said, taking charge. Supported by two guards, I was lifted to my feet. Each step sent a jolt of pain through
My heart skipped a beat at the guard’s words. He wanted to introduce me to the person who killed Mitch. The very thought sent shivers down my spine and a mix of anger and fear welled inside me. Finally, I was going to be the psychopath that was responsible for the murder. I could not help but feel tears build up in my eyes as I was reminded that Mitch was really gone. Like…he was really dead. It all felt surreal and like a nightmare that I badly wanted to wake up from. As we approached the entrance of the cabin, the guard opened the door, revealing a jawdroppingly beautiful interior. The place was as lovely as the exterior. The place was adorned with elegant furniture, bathed in the warm glow of perfectly placed lamps and the fireplace. The atmosphere, even though it was inviting, carried an underlying darkness that I could not ignore. A large wooden table stood at the center, surrounded by plush chairs, and a chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting intricate shadows across th
“Come on, go inside,” The guard said to me.I was confused, the room was unlike any of the ones that I had seen in my life. I was on edge, and a bad feeling sat at the bottom of my stomach. The walls were strange, and the ceiling too. They were far from normal. There were mirrors everywhere, it was very strange and eerie. “What’s going on?” I asked, being on high alert. “Where’s Cassie?” I was in the room. There was no furniture and the windows were sealed. There was a weird smell and the floors were dirty. The guard simply closed the door and I heard a click, signaling that it was locked. My heart raced as the guy locked the door behind me. Panic started to settle in, and I desperately looked around for any sign of an explanation. I knew it, I knew that I should not have trusted the guy. The mirrors reflected my anxious expression back at me, creating an unsettling feeling as if I were being watched from every angle. I rushed to the locked door and began to bang on it. “Let me