Married To My Husband’s Enemy

CHAPTER 4

“It seems I have a headache, Sir,” I told the EMT.

“How bad is it?” he asked with a pitiful face.

“Just some pills would do Sir,” I told the medical technician attending to me.

He went to get some pills for me and I immediately saw that as an opportunity to escape. The police were around but no one was watching at that time. I ran off to the forest by the side of the street. I tried to be as fast as I could even though I was already tired.

“The police would have been aware that I had escaped,” I thought to myself.

I didn't know where I was going or who I could call to help me. I was pregnant and I didn't want anyone to know. Maybe you would blame me and show no affection for me anymore if I told you more about this pregnancy. I would rather keep this to myself, at least for now.

I continued running and when I was sure that no one was following anymore, I hid by one of the trees. A huge log of wood was on the ground and I sat there to calm myself.

I was breathing very heavily and I felt a lot of pain in my belly. I was worried about my unborn baby and the thought of abortion came to my mind.

I wasn't ready for my husband’s death and I am not ready to tell Aaron that he is responsible for my current situation. In my 7 years of being married to Milkel, we planned not to have any children. We wanted to make it about ourselves alone.

I had not fully recovered from the accident, neither was I able to accept the fact that Mikkel was murdered. I had little strength left in me and my face was worn out.

I tried to catch a breath and think of what next to do but I was met with another problem.

“Porunn!”

“Where are you?”

“We will find you.”

“You can't run too far. This place leads to nowhere.”

“Don’t hurt yourself,” different voices said almost at the same time.

I knew that I was in trouble. Am I going to continue the run? There was no time to think because the voices were coming closer and closer.

I stood up and immediately started running again. However, as expected, the police were much faster than me. Before I knew it, they were only a few feet behind me.

“I surrender”

“My hands are up,” I said, raising my hands to show that I was no longer ready for a chase.

The police immediately put a cuff on me again and bundled me back into the streets.

“Why do I have to go through all these things?”

“My husband just died”

“Why am I being held responsible for my misfortune,” I said with tears in my eyes.

“I did not kill Mikkel, okay?” I finally had to say it loudly. It felt ridiculous that I had to say that because I couldn't have imagined being a victim of misfortune.

“I believe we don't have to inform you that you should never try that again,” the cop driver told me as we drove to the police station.

“This b***h is the reason why some of our friends are injured,” another cop said angrily.

“I am sure you will get what you deserve,” he said as he looked at me in an intimidating way.

I didn't say anything else. We got to the police station eventually and the cops got one of their rooms to lock me in. The cuff was still on my hands and there was a glass wall, so I knew that I was being watched.

“Is anyone going to talk to me?” I shouted from inside the room.

“Does anyone have the courage to speak to me or are you all cowards now?”

I was angry and confused. I needed help but I didn't know where or who it would come from. I managed to reach my stockings where I hid my spare phone. All my other belongings were already confiscated.

I reached for my phone and hid it under the desk but still managed to hold it in my bound hands. I was hoping that one of the cops wouldn't walk in at the time.

“How is your day going, mama,” I sent a text to my mother. This time, I hoped to ask her for help and tell her what was happening to me.

“I need help”

“I was arrested by the police for something I didn't do”

“Mikkel is dead and the police are holding me responsible for it.”

“Please don't call me. I am in a delicate situation.”

“Ensure you don't call,” I sent the messages as quickly as I could.

“Where are you?”

“I am coming right away,” my mother responded in the chat.

“No mama”

“Don't come”

“I am planning to escape,” I typed.

“Where to?” my mother asked.

There was no time to give any further response as I could hear hurried footsteps of a cop coming towards the room.

I quickly hid my phone back in my stockings. The cop had a very rugged appearance. He looked more like a suffering prisoner than a cop. He had burn marks on his face and skin and his uniform was untidy.

He dragged a chair towards himself and said directly opposite me. He looked straight into my eyes as if to intimidate me.

“Mrs. Porunn”

“We have reason to believe that you were involved in the murder of your husband, Mr. Mikkel,” he said.

“Why would I want to murder Mikkel?” I asked confusedly.

“We were a couple and we loved each other very much.”

“We found the knife covered with blood just beside where he was murdered.”

“We believe you know something about that,” the cop said.

“A knife?” my eyes were red again. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

“I came home and found my husband dead. You tell me, what would you do if you found your wife dead while you came from work and you were accused of killing her,” I said loudly. I was losing my composure and my emotions were all over me.

“I don't think you can even keep a family, so I didn't expect you would have an idea”

“Men like you don't deserve a wife,” I exclaimed angrily.

“Hey Ma’am,” the cop said, trying to interrupt me.

“I didn't find a knife when I came back home to my dead husband so you tell me who is paying you to humiliate me,” I continued.

“How much has been filled into those fat empty pockets of yours?”

“You and your cohorts want to ruin me, don't you?” I asked rudely.

“Look, let me tell you.”

“Nothing you do could intimidate me.”

“I am a photographer by profession, a Russian-born pain in the a*s. I bet I can c**k a gun faster than you”

“You want to try me?” I asked.

“I am not ready for games, but it seems that is what you think this is all about.”

“I will now let you be,” he said as he left the room with a look of disappointment.

“Hey, hey”

“Come back! What do you want?”

“Hey,” I said with an increased tone, but the cop was determined to leave.

I was desperate for some help. I had just told my mother about it only for her to become worried as well. Maybe I shouldn't have told her.

Soon my mother busted in. I could tell that she forced her way aggressively to get to where I was being held. She started knocking on doors.

“Is this where you held my daughter?”

“Is it here, answer me?” she said with so much worry and pain in her voice.