THE CONFESSION.
1161 Words
CHAPTER FOUR.
"What? I didn't kill anybody," Freya spoke out. Her mind kept racing. And it went blank on what had actually happened.
"You killed my son." Mrs. Moon Crest spat out. Her hands pointed at Freya.
"No, I didn't kill anyone," Freya shouted, tears spilling down her face. Her gaze locked on Thorne for him to say something.
He stood there, unbothered, like he didn't care what was actually going on.
Ma'am, you don't have the right to say anything, or it will be used against you in the court of law." The leader pack officer said as he unhooked the handcuffs, placing them on Freya's hands.
" You will have to come to the station."
The pack officer grabbed Freya handcuff hands, pulled her outside to the van, and they drove off.
POLICE STATION.
The room was dark, quiet, and sturdy. Freya sat on the chair, her hands placed on the desk right in front of her. They were still trembling from fear. Every move was being monitored through the cameras. The park officials stood on the other side of the room, watching closely through those cameras.
Then suddenly, the door cracked open. A park officer stepped in, with a laptop in his hands. He stepped forward to Freya, pulled the other chair, and sat down, placing his laptop on the desk. He opened the lid.
"Mrs. Freya, why did you poison me? Mr. Kalean."
The man asked, as his gaze locked on Freya, dead serious.
"I didn't poison anybody. I just gave him a glass of water." Freya's voice broke out as her hands trembled in fear. "I swear on the moon, I didn't do it"
"Mrs. Thorne, Freya, we found aconite in Mr Kalean autopsy we carried out. If you didn't poison Mr. Kalean, then why do we have this video?
We have the evidence.l to prove that you actually poisoned Mr. Kalean."
Freya's heart skipped. What evidence? She didn't poison Kalean.
The park officer turned the laptop towards her, and he clicked on a video. It played.
Freya's eyes widened, her jaw tightened in disbelief. She was in that video.
No, I didn't poison Mr. Cullen. Why would I do that? Freya burst into huge tears, realizing this was no longer a joke
"Your husband, Mr. Thorne, is a witness. He was the one who provided this crucial evidence we have against you." The pack officer shouted in rage. "We have a video proving this. Stop denying. The fact."
Freya gritted her teeth, her hands trembling.
"I swear on the moon. What reason do I have to keep Kalean?"
"Shut up; it's better you admit the fact and get a lesser sentence, or you don't speak, or you are sentenced to death. We have enough evidence to prove it is you, Mrs Thorne."
The pack officer stormed from his chair, stepping out.
"Please listen to me, I didn't poison anyone, please listen to me." Freya kept screaming; tears spilled down our faces.
The pack officer didn't care. He was about to open the door when Freya stopped him.
"Wait, can I make a call?" Freya said, her voice shaking. Tears spilled down her face.
The pack officers were halted. He brought out a phone. He brought out a phone from his pocket. "You have 20 minutes, Ma'am."
He stepped back to her and handed her the cell phone.
Freya took it, her hands shaking. She dialed her husband's number. The line went through.
"Hello, Thorne, can you get me a lawyer? I promise I didn't do it. Please, can you believe me?" Freya pleaded. So hard that tears were dripping down her face.
"I can't forgive you, Freya, for killing my brother. And I can't get you a lawyer. Don't you ever dare call this line again." Thorne's voice gritted me from the call. " You murderer."
Before freya, I could say a word, the line went off.
The pack officials' gaze fell on her.
"I heard your conversation. Since you don't have a lawyer, ma'am, the court will provide one for you."
Freya's throat tore, a scream that ripped her heart into pieces. Regret poured in, cursing the day she had met Thorne.
THE SECOND DAY.
The interrogation room was quiet. Freya sat on the chair, hopeless.
The door crack opened, and a middle-aged man dressed in a black suit stepped out. in. He wore a set of black glasses that stood out. In his hand was a black suitcase. He stepped forward, pulled the chair in front of Freya, and sat down, dropping his suitcase on the desk.
"Mrs. Thorne, Freya. I'm Nex, your lawyer from now on."
One of the pack officers stepped in with a glass of water and placed it on the desk, stepping out.
Freya's gaze locked on the lawyer with anxiety. She nodded quietly. With a smile.
If you have anything to tell me, I'll be glad to hear it. The cameras are off, so you are fine." The lawyer's lips curled into a designated smile.
"Please help me. I didn't poison Kalean." Freya pleaded, trying to explain herself.
"Everyone says that, ma'am. I'm your lawyer; you tell me the truth, and I would get you out of this mess."
"But I didn't do it." Freya tried to explain herself more. But it seemed the lawyer was not trying to. listen.
"If you didn't do it, why are you still here? Why do we have this evidence? Why did the pack officers have the evidence against you?" The lawyer slammed his hands on the desk, boiling in fury.
Freya fell silent. In just a day, her life was falling apart. No one was t trying to believe her. Her hands wrapped around the glass of water on the desk, and she gulped it down her throat.
The lawyer grabbed his suitcase.
"If you already, Mrs Thorne, call me. "
He stood up and stepped to the door. It was him. Its craft opened, and he stepped out.
A few hours passed; Freya's head started pounding. So fast that our hearts kept racing. Her eyes went blurry; her vision deteriorated. Her head was spinning. Her veins were burning like silver burning through her veins.
Her eyes changed. And her lips curled into a dreadful smile. Her wolf screamed, tore through the interrogation room. Her head split.
"Freya, I can't fight this," Lyra said. I have something to say, officer." Freya held her hands up, laughing hysterically. The pack officers stormed in. Cameras went on.
"I killed him, I killed Kalean, I killed him," Freya screamed, and her lips curled into a devil's smile as she laughed loudly.
"Who do we start caring? You are the one who killed him?" The pack officer said as he stepped forward, pulling the chair out and sitting down.
"Why did you kill him, Mr. Thorne?" The pack officer placed his hands on the desk.
Freya's lips stretched into a wicked smile.
"I killed Kalean."
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