".......early today , the police apprehended the suspect responsible for the murder that took the little town of Riverdale by waves few months ago and still causing controversies up until now about the efficiency of the local police......however, the police have taken the case by the reins and finally gotten a lead after two whole months of silence!......the suspect still remains unknown and circumstances surrounding his arrest are still kept confidential by the police.... nonetheless, this is still a great feat by the police as they have given the town some sort of assurance that evil will be brought to nothing other than justice.....this is SIDE TALK reporting on the Riverdale morning show..........."This situation. It feels familiar.
When was the first time I felt like that? When was the first time noise from my TV wafted through my ears but got filtered by my brain because of my inability to think or register what the fuck was going on.?
It must have
DWYER (A few more chapters after this will be in Dwyer's POV. It's necessary to explain some things up until the time he was arrested, so enjoy......trigger warning though, there are instances where rape is mentioned)"I killed him" Those were the three words that changed everything. And the first ones I heard from my sister for the first time in months, since we moved back to Riverdale. At first, I thought it was one of her episodes, the ones that happen once in a few months and a subtle reminder that my sister was mentally unstable. Numerous times when we still lived together, she has woken up from her sleep with a deranged laughter bouncing off the walls of her room and over to mine and then I find myself rushing frantically to her. Those moments were the worst and most painful ones in my life. Because no matter how much I tried, I couldn't do anything to save her from the suffering. Each time it happened, I was left drained and wishing it was me going
DWYER (This is the last of Brief flashbacks in Dwyer's POV, the next few chapters will still be in his POV and will continue from where the story stopped after Dwyer's arrest....enjoy) "I applied for a job there. I want to move on and I think that's the best place for me to do that. Come with me Dwyer, please." And these were the first words my sister said to me when she was out of therapy.When her therapist said she was finally fine and can handle things well. And those were the words of plea that convinced me to come back to my hometown. I couldn't resist her anyway and I could do anything for her and keeping her safe topped the list. Even if that meant threatening an innocent woman who to my utter dismay still intrigued me. And the events that followed weren't ones I was proud of in anyway. And I tried desperately to stop myself from running my thumb across her cheeks when she cried when I threatened her. The memory of her sexy lips quivering as I
DWYER."You should stay away from her. She's a fucking reporter! You said you wanted to keep me safe but that doesn't mean I can't keep you safe too and being with her is dangerous for you both, don't you get it? It all went wrong the moment she saw you"Those were the longest words my sister said to me since we moved here and they pointed to just one person: Charity. The day after the murder, I had gone to see my sister knowing she would be shaken up by it all. I had called her therapist to tell him about it and yes I left out the part that his patient killed her rapist. No one has to know that. Just like I thought, she was going crazy. She had taken tons of pills that the therapist had given her at the first few years of her which she relied on too much. She only Stopped taking then months ago when her therapist said she was fine without them and now it seemed like they were the only thing that could relieve her of her pain. She mumbled incoherent words as tears stre
"where is she? where Is Alice?!!" The intense look in Roman's eyes when he said those words reminded of the first time I heard him say them,15 years ago. Although I hate going down the memory lane of those years, I couldn't ignore the urge to remember the years we spent together as best friends, a part of our memory and our lives that we have both decided to keep a secret--like it never happened. A part of my own life that makes my heart clench whenever I think about it. Roman was the most serious one of us both. The one who never missed classes. The one who topped the class in every subject. The one who just happened to be the favorite of every teacher. The one who went on competitions and won fabulous prices and awards for the school that I'm sure still adorns the hallways of whatever is left of the local Riverdale high school. His social life was amazing too. He made heads turn and he broke a few hearts while he wore his on his sleeves. I really lost count
*CHARITY* The news was blaring. The town was rowdy. My phone was ringing incessantly. But all these sounds only faded into the background of my own thoughts. I was so lost in them that I lost the will to do anything other than to stare into open space. Shayne is seated across from me , eyes fixated on me as if my next move would determine her own reaction to it. I don't blame her. I filled her in after returning from the police station about everything that happened. If she was shocked or disappointed in me, she didn't show it. All she did was pull me into herself and enveloped me with her arms. I welcomed the gesture as I had no choice. Each time the news comes on, Shayne moves to turn it off but I stop her each time. I needed to know what was going on since I wasn't allowed to see him. The police still haven't released an official statement yet and everyone wondered why. I wondered why too. What is holding the detectiv
DWYER*After a few minutes of consultations and discussions that seemed to me like hours, Roman finally came back into the interrogation room with a phone in his hand."What took you so long? I didn't Know being a policeman required so much paperwork too" I taunted. He only shook his head at me and threw the phone on the table in front of me."I'm only doing this because it's you. Besides, there isn't enough evidence asides from the footage. That's the only thing that points towards you for now"I rolled my eyes at him. "What other evidence is more than my testimony and my admittance to my crime Romy?" I said and continued "I might not be educated or savvy like you are but I do know things too"He looked everywhere but at me. I Know why he's doing this. He was giving me time to refute my own claims and to confess who the true criminal is but once again, I've gone too far to just stop now. By now, Alice should be out of the town on her
CHARITY*I couldn't move a muscle from where I stood watching my father. I watched as his face turned pale and his expression, hard. He told me to leave but I don't know why I stayed. Normally, I feared my father and respected his commands but right now the only fear I had was not from him but for him. I feared for my father because I have never seen him so disoriented and whatever it is that has him like this, it has something to do with Alice, Dwyer's sister.The name sounded so familiar but it was like a chip off a distant memory. I tried to make a replay in my head of the places I've been and people I've met. If the sounds familiar, then I'm sure I've seen whoever bears that name.Nothing came up in my brain. It was totally blank. Why did the name have such a powerful effect on my father?"Dad". I called out with a voice so small I could hardly hear myselfThe steaming atmosphere between us was far gone replaced by a c
CHARITY*My phone wouldn't stop ringing as I drove as fast as I could to the given destination. I ignored the incessant ringing knowing who it was. The detective really has to wait. Answering his call could give away my location and I don't need him ruining my chance to actually meet Alice.His calls keep going into voicemails and they all played one after the other. Each one longer and more aggravating than the last. Boy! Was he angry."Pick up the damn phone Charity! Where are you""I can't find you on any of the roads that leads to your home Charity, where are you?""I told you to stay!!! I told you not to leave no matter what and now you won't answer my call? For God's sake answer the damn phone!""Please Charity! You don't know how worried I am right now. Are you okay? Just answer the phone please"The last one was calm and he sounded less annoyed but frustrated at the same time. I felt really bad for ignoring him a