It was like I was not even in the room anymore. The words on the small white note danced in my eyes, causing my heart to race. I gulped, proceeding to read it again. And it read: ‘Hi, Mrs. Kingston. I hope you are doing well, dear. Especially considering your new murder charge against your ex. You see, everyone pays for their sins, and you dear, you’re certainly going to pay. I know you did not kill Mitch, but I swear on my life that I will make sure everyone believes that. I am going to give you three business days to figure out who I am. And if you can’t? Well, another person dies. Have a good night, babe! :)’What the hell? What the actual hell?! My hands were shaking as I read it one more time, especially the part that talked about someone dying again. It shook me to my bones. The first thing that came to my mind was going to the police. Or maybe even Chris. But I was scared, because considering that this person had Mitch killed smoothly and could pin it on me, I did not want
I swallowed, trying to take in the information. If the police had an arrest warrant for me then that meant that they must have gotten additional evidence. But again, I had nothing to do with Mitch’s death! Hell, I was traumatized by it!“Did you contact my husband?” I asked her, not knowing exactly what to do or say, so I just went along with whatever came to my head. The car started to move again, the traffic light was now green. “Um…we tried to do that but we could not. I think he was busy. So, for security reasons, the team was thinking that you try to get to Mr. Kingston as soon as you can.” “Yeah, yeah, of course.” “We were going to approach you about this but we did not want to be abrupt, it’s still early.” I forced a chuckle even though my heart was pounding. “Nonsense,” I said playfully. “It’s about me getting thrown in prison. To hell with abrupt!” I laughed, but it was yet again forced. The lady chuckled lightly, keeping her eyes on the road. I did not even know where
As the car came to a stop, my heart doubled its pace. This time, I was trying to calm my nerves not because of all the carp that was going on in my life. But because I was about to see Mitch again. “Thank you,” I told the lady but decided to ask, “I don’t know your name, may I?”She smiled warmly. “I’m Cristal, ma’am,” She replied. “Nice to meet you, Cristal. I would be in there for I don’t know how long but you can wait up for me anywhere you’d like.” She nodded, and I got out of the car, heading into the building that poured out an energy of heaviness. When I entered, I tried my best to not be the center of attention. My heart was racing and my throat was dry as I walked up to the receptionist's desk. It was a dark-skinned guy that stood behind it. I waited for him to take notice of me but he did not, he seemed busy. I cleared my throat. “Excuse me?” My voice was soft. “Yes,” He replied, his voice strong and comforting at the same time. He was a rather good-looking man. “I’m s
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