TAKE MY LIFE.
1412 Words
CHAPTER FIVE.
"I killed Kalean; Freya burst into huge laughter, smashing her lips against each other.
Why did you kill Kalean, Mrs. Thorne?" The pack officer asked. His gaze locked on her.
Freya's eyes started. Pounding so hard, her vision cleared.
" Freya, get off this." Lyra kept shouting.
"I didn't kill him. I swear. Freya said, tears dripping down her face, pleading to the park officer.
The park officer was confused. What was really happening?
"Please, I didn't kill Kalean," Freya said, her voice cracked, ripping the room apart.
"Mrs Thorne, you think we are joking here? You just confessed to your crime." The pack officer screamed, his body boiling in fury.
"No, I didn't say anything. I didn't kill him.'
Since you... since you didn't kill him. You have a problem. A video evidence that shows what you did.
The pack officer stepped out, brought out a Microsoft Drive and a laptop. He pulled the chair and sat down. He inserted the drive, and then opened the lid on the side of the laptop.
A video of Freya was played. Everything she said was recorded. Her facial expression was stern, staring with a look of full delight.
Mrs. Thorne, the ack officer, closed the lab. Set it aside!" You know you can't... just tell us what happened and plead guilty in court."
Freya's eyes widened with shock. She Didn't remember anything about seeing herself on that video. It scared her.
realization Sparked.
What if it was she that actually killed Kelean?
"No, I didn't." She whispered. What if everything was all a lie? What if she killed Kelean? She screamed out in pain, her heart ripping into pieces.
The pack officers grabbed the laptop and stood up.
"Mrs.Thorne, be ready to go to court soon, but we have enough evidence to prove that you are the one who killed Mr. Kelean"
He didn't let her say anything; he stormed off.
SECOND DAY.
The door cracked open. Mr. Next stepped in with a suitcase in his hand.
He moved to Freer's desk, sat down, and dropped the suitcase on the desk.
"Okay. Mrs. Thorne, if you tell the truth, tell me to plead guilty. But if you say no, I tell you I will drop this case."
Fria sat down there quietly; she didn't know if she had actually poisoned Kelly.
Then the next thing that came out of her lawyer's lips.
"Did you go check on your mental health?"
What do you mean? Freya said her face twitched with curiosity.
"I have the records of your diagnosis, Mrs. Thorne. You have dissociative amnesia. The lawyer said as he brought out a diagnosis from his suitcase.
"No, I'm not sick." Freya's voice cracked as she nodded, refusing to accept what her lawyer had spat out.
"Mrs. Thorne, you may not know who you did.
What if you... really killed Mr. Kaleem and you don't remember?"
Freya's hands trembled. Tears spilled down her face. What if she actually killed Kalean?What if all she thought was a lie?
"I plead guilty," Freya whispered. There was enough evidence to prove she actually did it. Her eyes were already swollen as she sobbed furiously.
"You plead guilty, then I will help you." The lawyer grabbed his suitcase and stood up.
*See you in court. He said, walking away.
COURT ROOM.
Freya and her lawyer sat on the defense table. Facing the judge.
Three judges sat on the oak bench; the spectators sat behind, waiting for the judge's voice to be heard.
Freya switched her head backward to the spectators.
Her eyes caught on a lady in black. A black hat covered her face. She sat right behind Thorne.
Her gaze shifted. Her eyes held on Thorne, his lips curled in a devilish smile, and her gaze locked on her. He mouthed.
"Murderer"
The head judge hit is gravel.
"Calling the case of Mrs. Thorne Freya to officially begin." his voice ripped through the courtroom.
The prosecutor stepped out and cleared his throat.
When the prosecutor was done. Nex stood from the defense table.
"My client is guilty of the crime committed. She pleaded guilty and is remorseful. And hopes the victim can forgive her."
The judge hit is gravel.
The room fell silent, and the judge cleared his throat.
The case of Mrs, Thorne Freya for murdering Mr. Kalean.
"I'm here to announce that the court rejects her plea of guilty, and she shall be sentenced to death without parole."
Freya's heart was ripped into pieces. Where did she go wrong? Was it when she married Thorne?
Tears spilled on her face. Her body was shivering as a scream tore out from the back of her throat.
The correction officers stormed into the courtroom, grabbed Freya's handcuffed hands,
dragging her out, as tears spilled down her face.
" I didn't do it, I didn't do it." Freya kept screaming, but nobody listened.
The spectators were shouting.
"Murderer, shouting, murderer, murderer, murderer, kill her!"
Mrs. Moon Chris stormed out from the spectators, tears in her eyes, landing a hot slap across Freya's face.
"You murderer, you killed my son. You will never know peace all your life. I curse you through the moon."
As they dragged Freya to the van, she instantly collapsed on the floor.
The correction officers swooped her from the floor and rushed her into the van. The van sped off at high speed.
THE PRISON HOSPITAL.
Freya's eyes slid open. Her nostrils caught on an antiseptic smell. She tried to move, but her ribs cracked. Her hands were handcuffed to the bed.
The correction officer and a doctor stepped in.
Mrs. Thorne, we have both good news and bad news for you. The doctor spoke out. His voice was calm and soothing.
Freya thought to herself. " What would be worse than her being in this mess?"
" The good news is that you are five months pregnant, Mrs Thorne."
I'm pregnant. Freya's eyes widened in shock, and her jaw tightened. She can't be pregnant in this mess."Can't I take it out?"
" No, Mrs. Thorne, you are five months gone, and it will be a complication, or you may die during the process."
"And the bad news is." Freya's voice cut him off. She had seen enough for the day.
"I'm sorry to tell you, Mrs. Thorne. You have stage three cancer. And you have only two years to live."
" I don't understand. What do you mean, doctor?" Fear gets locked on the daughter. Still confused about what was happening.
"Mrs. Throne, we are sorry if we have to intrude on your privacy. We checked your body while administering drugs, and we found scars all over.
And we also found large amounts of wolfsbane in your system, which could cause a massive tumor to grow in your brain.
Freya's hands trembled. Her body was shivering.
" No, you must be joking, doctor."
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I know this might be a shock to you, and you might feel uneasy about it. So, we'll give you time." The doctor and the correction officer stepped out.
Freya couldn't believe this. Thorne had been poisoning her. Tears spilled down her face in a moment. She let out a scream, yanking her hands against the bed stand.
ONE YEAR IN PRISON.
The echoes of a baby's laughter ripped through the room of the prison yard. Freya sat pale and bald, as the baby giggled with joy as it crawled.
The other prisoners' eyes lit up with joy and happiness at seeing a child in the room.
The cell warden knocked at the cell.
" Mrs, Freya, someone sent something."
Freya stood up, pale and bald. She stepped forward to the prison warden.
The prison warden brought out a cake and a letter.
"Who sent this? Freya asked.
" I don't know. It doesn't have a name. The delivery man didn't say who."
Freya took the cake from her. Who would have sent her a cake?. She stepped back and down, placed the cake on the floor, and kept staring at it.
Other prisoners noticed as she kept staring at it.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to eat it?"
She lifted the cake and placed her hand on the bottom of the cake.
Then she felt it: a small, hard surface on the plastic core. Her finger drifted through it, and she pulled out a memory card.
Then she opened the letter. Her jaw dropped.
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