Semua Bab TRENT: Bab 101 - Bab 110

For a swift moment, my mind goes blank and my heart stops. I freeze. Just when I thought all this drama was coming to an end. Then this happens. How the hell am I the first suspect? I was not even in London at the time of the accident. How the hell could I have killed him when we were miles apart?  Grammy just stares at me, confused about what to do. Confused about what to say.  That's when Bruna calls. Where has she been the entire day when I tried to reach her?  "Becca, I just saw the news," it's the first thing she tells me. "I'm sorry..."  I'm really glad I have a new number

Ever since the tape came out, it's been just twists and turns which have blown my mind.  But this? Tim? It doesn't make sense.  Why the hell would he kill Dax? Did he even know him? What's the motive? What did Dax do to him? All this just doesn't add up. There's just something missing.  Some minutes into the shocking news, I hear a knock on the door. I rush to open and Detective Trevor is standing next to another policeman.  "Ms Sterling, we need you to accompany us to the station for questioning about your former work colleague, Tim Stephens."  My heart skips a beat when h

Bruna lets out a painful cry and starts shaking her dad hysterically. Our dad, to be precise. Our dead dad. A dad I wanted to patch up things with. A dad I wanted to give a chance to make up for all the years he was not around. A dad I wanted to spend time with together in his last days. That dad is lying there, lifeless. Dead.  And there's nothing I can do about it but stare, my feet stuck on the ground. I can't move. I can't believe he's dead. Dead before being the father I wanted him to be. Dead before making up for all those lost years. Dead when I needed him the most. Bruna stops shaking his body and runs to me. She knocks me with an emotional embrace and sobs uncontrollably on my shoulder.  "He's dea

A lot of things come rushing in my head and before I can even utter a word, the shackles are on my wrists and the Detective is dragging me outside. "But... but..." I stutter. "You have no evidence.  Why am I being arrested?" Detective Trevor snickers. "Tim finally revealed that you are the mastermind behind the murder."  "What! That's not true. I had nothing to do with it."  Detective Trevor grins at me. "By now, you should know that I don't like you. And I don't care if you had anything to do with it or not."  

I met Clara Clyde back when I was a freshman.  She was probably fifteen or sixteen when Dax invited me to their home. She had braces and used to wear round glasses with her long hair pulled up in a bun. Now she has this blonde hair tumbling down. The braces along with the glasses are gone.  She looks prettier and more mature now.  She stands up the minute I get in with Bruna behind me. She looks nervous and restless.  "Becca!" She comes over to hug me.  That is strange. The media says I killed her brother and she is here hugging me so tightly and warmly. "Clara." I hold her