4. He Trying To Kill Me (1)

Anastasia's POV

My eyes widened in terror as I frantically dropped the gun and raised my hands in surrender.

"No... please... I didn't do this! I didn't kill anyone!" I stuttered, desperate to proclaim my innocence.

But my pleas fell on deaf ears. "Stay back, Mrs. Arnold. Hands in the air!" the officer commanded, their grip on me tightening as they handcuffed me.

I struggled against the restraints, my voice hoarse from screaming.

"No, you have to listen to me! I'm innocent! Kelvin Arnold is behind this, not me! He's the one who killed them, not me!"

But my words were met with cold indifference, and I was dragged away, my hands bound behind me, my heart heavy with despair.

"Please, officers, you have to listen to me! I'm begging you, hear me out!" I pleaded, my eyes overflowing with tears as I was forced into the police van like a common criminal. It had all happened so suddenly, and Kelvin was behind it all. I wept, my tears falling like rain, as the pain and betrayal seared into my heart. I felt like I was losing my mind.

I was desperate for help, desperate to escape this nightmare. I couldn't bear the thought of my family seeing me in this situation, unaware of the truth. The thought haunted me what if I had given in to Kelvin's demands for a divorce? Would I still be trapped in this living hell?

As the van doors closed behind me, I felt a sense of despair wash over me. I was innocent, yet I was being treated like a culprit.

The tears continued to flow, a manifestation of my anguish and helplessness. I knew I had to find a way to prove my innocence, to uncover the truth behind Kelvin's sinister plot. But for now, I was at the mercy of the authorities, my fate hanging in the balance.

"I need to call my family, please," I said, my voice shaking as I turned to the officer sitting beside me.

The officer's response was curt and unsympathetic. "You're in no position to do that right now, Mrs. Arnold," he said, his tone cold and unyielding.

I felt a surge of desperation and frustration. Being denied the chance to reach out to my loved ones, to let them know I was innocent and in danger, was unbearable. But the officer's stern expression and unyielding gaze made it clear that my request was not going to be granted. I was at their mercy, and it seemed they had little compassion to spare.

"You don't understand, I'm innocent! I need my family to know that I've been falsely accused and trapped in this nightmare," I pleaded, my voice cracking with anguish and desperation. "Please, drive me to my family's house, I beg of you. They need to know the truth, they need to know I'm in danger."

But my words fell on deaf ears. The officers remained silent, their faces impassive, their eyes cold and unyielding. I felt a surge of anger and frustration, ignored and dismissed to the core.

The silence was oppressive, a heavy weight that crushed my spirit. I felt like screaming, like shaking them awake, but I knew it would be futile. They seemed determined to ignore my pleas.

I refused to let this situation spiral further out of control. I was determined to assert my innocence and refuse to be framed for a crime I didn't commit. Kelvin's betrayal cut deep, but I wouldn't let him succeed in his sinister plan.

The gun in my hand was meant to incriminate me, but I was not going to play into his hands. I was not the naive and weak person he thought I was. I was going to fight back.

As I sat in the police car, I fixed my gaze on the driver's hands, clenched tightly around the wheel.

My mind raced with a plan, a desperate attempt to escape. I was going to get out of this car, no matter what it took. I steeled myself for the challenge ahead, my heart pounding in my chest. It was time to take control of my fate, to prove my innocence, and bring Kelvin's deceitful scheme to light.

I feigned a coughing fit, drawing the officer's attention. "Is everything okay, Mrs. Arnold?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of concern.

As he leaned in, I swiftly grabbed his pistol from his belt, pressing the barrel against his temple. He slumped against the window, unconscious. The officer in the passenger seat reached for his gun, but I trained my newly acquired weapon on him. "Don't even think about it," I warned.

"You're only digging yourself deeper, Mrs. Arnold," he said, his voice steady.

"I'm not Mrs. Arnold," I corrected my voice. "I'm Miss Anastasia, and I'm fighting to prove my innocence."

I commanded the driver to head to the Wellington estate, and he made a sharp turn. I then demanded the officer's phone, and after a moment's hesitation, he handed it over.

With the phone in my hand, I felt a sense of control returning. I was taking charge of my fate, and I wouldn't let Kelvin's scheme destroy me. The officers might think me a criminal, but I was determined to uncover the truth and clear my name.

Just as I was about to dial my father's number, the pistol slipped from my grasp, and I bent to retrieve it. But before I could, the officer seized the opportunity to overpower me. He pointed his gun at me, and I thought all was lost.

Yet, somehow, I mustered the courage to wrestle the pistol from his hand. As we struggled, a shot was fired, striking the driver in the lap. He let out a blood-curdling scream, losing control of the wheel.

I and the officer were both stunned, our eyes fixed on the chaos unfolding before us. As the officer frantically tried to grab the wheel, I screamed, "Look out!" But it was too late. A massive van was barreling towards us, and the officer's belated attempt to steer the car was futile.

Time seemed to slow as the inevitable collision drew near... "Bang!" The sound of crunching metal and shattering glass filled the air as our car collided with the massive van. Time seemed to freeze, and my thoughts came to a screeching halt.

"Anastasia, Anastasia! Are you alright?" My father's voice echoed through the phone, a distant cry for help in a world that was rapidly spinning out of control.

As I struggled to respond, a searing pain shot through my head, and everything went dark. My eyes fluttered closed, and I succumbed to the darkness, the sound of my father's worried voice fading into the abyss of unconsciousness.