FOOLISH SENTIMENT

THE CASE IS CLOSED

​I couldn't believe what I had just done. What's wrong with me? There was so much blood. I must have blacked out in shock for a while, but I was back to reality and the first thing my mind told me to do was to cover my tracks, and so I did. It pays to be a police officer when you commit murder. I called the police and they came as fast as they could. When they got in, I was crying my eyes out. Some of the officers recognized me and they took me to the station, whereas Chris was taken to the hospital.

​While at the station, they asked me what had happened and I told them that he tried to force himself on me, so I took the pot and smashed his head in anger. I couldn't believe what was going on. I was in so much shock. I just tried to defend myself. When I came back to reality, I called the cops and then here I am.

​Now I know my story has a few holes in it, but I think it's the best way out. My dad did send us to the perfect hotel, but quite conveniently, I knew the hotel had bad camera services. They had no audio whatsoever so that confidentiality can also be upheld. Their cameras auto delete after a while. The only form of recording kept was names of customers. I know this because I have sent a lot of people here for business trips. The hotel was well known for its confidentiality policies. Although we have had issues with the hotel, but their policies never change, and right now, I loved it.

​My Dad possibly sent me there so that we could make up and come back as a couple, leaving no evidence, but, oh, was he wrong! Besides, if and when Chris dies, it will be my word against a dead man and a dead end for investigation.

​I woke up the next morning feeling down. I did regret my decision, but I have always been a logical lady, especially when I'm not drunk. I had a buzz on my door and went to check, just to see my partner at work by the door. He came to give me news that unfortunately Chris died and now they are going to start investigating the case as a murder case. He just came to tell me for old times’ sake because from now on, we couldn't be seen together. With that, he hugged me and left.

​I was the suspect as expected, but power equals money and influence and as such, I was allowed to fly back home. When I came home, my dad came to see me and asked why I killed Chris. I looked at him for a while trying to figure out whether to lie or tell him the truth, but as Chris said, and God bless his soul wherever he was, he would find out anyways, so I told him the truth: I killed him because he pissed me off.

​I was expecting a big reaction from my dad, but he just walked away and never said anything to me about it again. Life went on with one thing or the other, whether it was the police with the investigation and constant calling or Diana constantly claiming that I killed her husband on purpose, always telling the police to arrest me. She even had the guts to come to our house.

​After three months of holding onto a straight, strong story of how we arrived at the hotel and got into an argument due to the night we shared when we met at the party, making it clear that he had been wanting to be with me again and again but I refused and when he saw the opportunity at the hotel, he was about to go close the door and have his way with me, which was why I hit his head and he accidentally died, not leaving out the usual crying and all. The case was closed. It was the happiest day of my life.

​That night I decided to treat myself, so I got up, all dressed, and was about to head out when I decided it's better not to draw any attention towards me, so I changed and grabbed my favorite snack from the convenience store nearby. When I got out, I turned around just to see a car speeding towards me. The next thing I knew, everywhere was dark.

​I woke up to the sound of the monitor beeping and my mom and dad beside me. My mum was evidently glad I was awake, but my dad had a neutral face. Well, I never expected any more from him and more importantly, what happened to me was what I wanted to know, so I asked my mum. Then my dad told me I was hit by a car, but thankfully I was alive and well. With that, he stood up to get the doctor.

​I had a pretty good idea on who could have done it, actually, especially since they failed. Then it could only be that foolish woman, Diana. The doctor came in with an envelope in hand. My dad sat next to me and beckoned on the doctor to tell us the results of all the tests they 'd been running on me. He started by saying that it was a miracle that I was alive and well, that luckily the aim of the driver was not good, so I only fell and went unconscious and that he had some news to share, but he didn't know how we would take the news.