chapter 2

Kylie's POV

“What are you talking about?!” Mia's voice came from behind. I gently glanced at her wondering the same thing she said.

“You have got the wrong person,” I finally responded.

“Are you Mrs Amelia Natalie?”

“Yes, maybe not anymore.”I stared at the officer whose face seemed not friendly.

Mia dragged me behind, standing between myself and the police officers.

“ You have no right to barge into our home like this. We could sue you for defamation of character,” Mia spoke. She was more like my superwoman.

“ Madam, we are not here for you. We are only carrying out our duties and we won't take any form of destruction”

“No way!” She spread her hands widely, not giving way to any of the officers.

I hid behind her; fear crept up my veins, wondering exactly what was happening.

“Get out of the way!” The other officers, who hadn't said a word since their arrival, pushed Mia, making her fall to the door.

“ What are you doing? You- He folded my hand behind.

“Let go of me!” I continued to struggle with my hand. His grip was too tight; I just had to surrender.

“Mrs Amelia Natalie, You are under arrest for theft and piracy!” He stated and then handcuffed my hand from behind.

“ Thief?!” My eyes opened and widened.

“ You have every right to be quiet; anything you say or do will be used against you in the courtroom,” The other officers added.

“What thief? I am not a thief!” I said, ignoring him and defending myself against such awful allegations.

“I won't let you take her away!” Mia held onto the officer's legs. He gently looked at her and said, “ You know you can be arrested for this?”. Forcefully removed his leg.

Words got stuck in my mouth as I was forcefully dragged outside the house where their van was parked. Nothing, Absolutely Nothing was making sense anymore. I couldn't comprehend my head around how I suddenly moved from a woman whose husband served divorce papers on their wedding anniversary to a thief.

“You will have to take me along!” Mia yelled at the top of her lungs, her veins popping out.

“ I am fine; I am sure it was a mixup on their path. Pack up all my things; I will be back soon,” I assured her and then smiled a bit. She gently nodded her head and smiled upside down.

I rested my head on the van throughout the drive. I didn't pay attention to any of the officers talking. I just wanted to get to the end of whatever that was happening.

“We have got the thief!” The van door was opened by an officer. He tugged me outside, making me fall to the ground.

“Ouch- my lips pursed with my head handling low, tears filled the corner of my eyes. With every force in me, I got up on my feet.

“Pia” the sound of my sleek dress tore. I glanced at it and then walked inside.

“Police are our friends, but you have me arrested here for close to an hour without a single proof to your claim.” I raised my head.

I kept track of time since the moment I arrived. I watched as people trope in and out of custody without proper knowledge of why I was arrested. I was ignored like some abandoned luggage, and It was beginning to get on my very last nerve.

“ Yes, the police are your friends, not a common thief like you,” a female officer finally responded. She dragged the chair and sat across the table.

“ You own this, right?” she slammed a couple of pieces of paper on the table.

“How did this- I moved my hand around them, it was my artwork and a receipt that carries my name on it.

“Now check this” another artwork on the table. The same thing. Drawing was something I developed right from when I was a kid. As much as I could remember, it was something I loved doing. Growing up, it became something I did in my darkest moments. It Elevates my mood, making me express myself better.

“You chose to cheaply sell out someone else's hard work instead of getting a job?! You are a total disgrace”

“No, I didn't do this.” My lips trembled. “Someone is trying to frame me”

“What a lame thing to say” she laughed.

I clutched onto the artwork, my hand shaking. It was something I drew from the original craft. It was supposed to be in my room; how it got there, I do not know. Not just that, but with a receipt that indicates I sold it out!

Thank you for your hard work,” a familiar voice pierced into my thoughts, bringing me into reality. I glanced in the direction; it was Austin, my soon-to-be ex-husband. Beside him was a Lady whose beauty seemed out of this world, the same one I saw on the television screen. No doubt, I knew it was Emily.

“Pa!” Her hand landed so hard on my face. “How dare you! How dare you sell pirated art to me?!” She sneered.

I placed my hand on my cheek “Do I know- word got stuck in my mouth. I chuckled and finally realized the whole thing that was happening.

My husband planned with his Mistress to sell my artwork, knowing fully well it was not the original piece, just to have me behind bars.

“How low can you be?” my eyes Squinting. At this point, I just knew it, he never loved me. I have been a fool throughout all these years.

“ To the point where I don't have to see you anymore!” He whispered in my ear. My eyes popped out. I gently turned it, our eyes became four and he smiled.

“F**k you!” Mia punched him in the face, causing the officers to rush after her. He gently raised his head, blood at the tips of his lips.

I glimpsed at Mia; her hands were handcuffed to the table. She raised her shoulder and smiled widely; I could see the satisfaction in the corner of her eyes.

“Babe! Are you okay?” Emily asked, caressing Austin's face. Acting all loving dovey.

“It's fine; I can handle them,” Austin responded. She glanced at Mia with so much anger on her face that Mia gently toughed out at her.

“I don't want this out on the news.” Austin walked towards the officer and continued, “You can let her go.” he glanced at Mia.

“Lock her up till further notice,” He added, pointing at me.

“No- you can do this to me,” I stammered.

“Why not? You will rot in jail forever! Nobody will come looking for you!” “officer, take her away”

“No, you have to take me with her.” Mia slammed her hand on the table. An officer's hand came across and landed so hard on her face. I ground my teeth so hard that my face became red.

“I will f**ck*ng make you pay!” I yelled, “You messed with the wrong person!”

“You can do shit, who do you think you are? A nobody I picked up from the gutter, that's who you are Kylie” “Take her out of my sight”

A police officer held my arm and said, “Move it!”

The door was forcefully opened, and a woman in her mid-60s walked in. The atmosphere became quiet, two men in uniform of higher rank behind her.

“Get your filthy hands off her” Her fiery voice sent a chill of fear into everybody. The same voice I have lunged for the past four years of my life.