I didn't kill my asshole ex-boyfriend. I knew I might've said I would countless times in the text I sent before we broke up, and I wasn't the calmest person. But I really didn't kill him. I, however, am the number one and only suspect of his murder since to everyone else he was a sAiNt. But hey, let's not talk ill of the dead. The point is, I was stuck at the station being questioned about something I didn't do. And I thought it was the worst thing that could've possibly happened to me. That is, until I set eyes on the detective of the case. I may just play along for a while. See where this thing goes....
Lihat lebih banyakA knock on my door distracted me from my movie marathon, just as it was getting to the good part. With an eye roll and a very exaggerated groan, I dragged myself to open it.
"Who are you? " I asked as soon as I yanked the door open.
The woman watched me with an eyebrow raised before peering over my shoulder to see inside my living room.
"Good day mam. May I come in? " She asked in a monotone voice, and it was my time to raise an eyebrow.
"No you may not. Who are you? " I asked more sternly. She didn't look impressed, but her face held no emotion--much like her voice.
"Did you know a Sheldon Myers mam? " She asked, completely catching my attention.
"Yes. He's my good for nothing cheating ex-boyfriend. Are you his new bitch?" I sneered. "He could've done better. "
I thought I would've received some sort of emotion from her, but she remained stoic. What's her deal?
"Are you aware of his current state mam? "
"Hopefully dead in a ditch somewhere for all I care. Now what do you really want?" I was growing real annoyed by this woman, and I was in no mood for an argument either.
But for the first time since she got here, she showed emotion. She regarded me in shock for a while, before her face scrunched into disgust.
"I thought you would've at least denied it. You really are a sick person" She spat; but before I could interrogate her further, she grabbed me and flawlessly spun me around against the wall. I felt as the cold metal feeling of handcuffs wrap their way around my wrists, and that's when I started to panic.
"Hey what the hell are you doing! Let me go! " I shouted as I wiggled and writhed beneath her.
"You're under arrest for the murder of Mr Sheldon Myers. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorn-"
"I didn't kill anyone!" I protested as I cut her off. "And what kind of officer are you? You didn't even introduce yourself properly to me! And what ever happened to uniforms huh? Ever heard of those?"
"Miss Leir please stop fighting. You will be brought in for questioning. If you continue to behave like this, I will have no choice but to taze you" That surely shut me up as I willing walked with her to her car.
I couldn't believe he was dead-- murdered at that. I didn't like the guy, but he didn't deserve to be murdered.
And I, as it seemed, was the number one suspect.
Bangkok Thailand. I couldn’t believe I was actually looking at the beautiful city, just like I dreamed. The view from where I stood in my hotel room was breathtakingly marvelous. I could see the tiny people as they ventured to their various places of business or leisure, and hundreds of vehicles as they roamed the city. The gleaming rays of sunlight burning through the body length window didn’t even phase me. I loved the warmth that it gave my every nerve, and the wonderful feeling of tranquility of it all. It was everything I imagined, and I was glad I got the chance to live it with the man of my dreams. I remember around two years ago when Tristan and I went on our first date, I told him that it had always been a dream of mine to visit this beautiful place. Turns o
Song for final chapter: Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding *** ~~~~ Hey Cianna. If you're seeing this, it means I finally had the courage to send the letter I rewrote about a hundred times because you wont answer my calls or texts. So here we are, going back to good ol' letters. Well if you hadn't already crushed this paper and you are still reading, then um, thank you. I just wanted to make a few things clear. I didn’t like how things ended between us Cianna, so you had to know the truth.
"All rise for the Honorable Judge Hamilton" The officer recited in a monotone voice as a man in a black gown entered. We all stood as he sat, and I could get a better look at my dad and Larry at the front. As if feeling my gaze, he turned to meet my eyes, and I involuntarily looked away as my anxiety rose. We both knew that today was the day. He would go away in prison forever, and I will never see him free again. I had cried on my way here, and Tristan was with me all the way. Gosh what would I do without him? I loved him so much that words couldn’t even tell. My mom, Emily and even Jessica were here for support too, and I cou
"Are you sure about this?" Tristan asked, gently rubbing my back. With a deep breath, I nodded. My dad did something terrible, and I knew that. I was upset with him and he still needed to pay dearly for his crimes, despite how much I love him. He was my best friend. He taught me so much in life, and I couldn’t think that he would betray every good moral that he had ever taught me like this. But deep down, I knew that if this was the only way to close the case fully before his trial date, then I had to do it. He'd be upset with me, but he was the only one who brought this upon himself. "Yes. I'm sure" I decided, taking the phone from him with shaky hands. He rubbed my back with a gentle smile as I dialed the number. Sean
NOTE: Chapter contains mature content. Just a little bit.Happy reading!***"Mom can you get me more painkillers on your way back?""Okay sweetie. Remember to rest!" My mom bellowed as she went through the front door. I've gotten so used to her being here, that I even forgot that this was temporary. She didn’t even seem like she was making an effort to try and get back to her husband.But oddly I didn’t mind. I hated what had been going on in my life, especially with my dad, so
My legs shook in anticipation as I waited in the car. It was my dad's bail hearing, but I just knew I couldn’t go inside. His lawyer and old friend, Larry, greeted me before they went in, and he actually assured me that my dad would be okay and he'll do all he can to get him free. But that was the issue. Did I want him to be free? Of course I missed my dad and wished that everything could go back to normal like this never happened, but something did happen. And if he really killed those people, no matter how much I loved him, he can't walk free.
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