The cctv
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said. I looked at Wayne and he nodded.
“I—I understand…”
“If you didn’t do anything wrong, then you don’t have to worry about anything.”
The officer kindly offered me a seat. Just across my furious head teacher’s father.
Yeah, right…
I didn’t do anything wrong, but my head teacher’s father look at me like I’m the one who killed his son. Does he even know that his son is a molester?
“We asked all of you to come here, so we can watch the CCTV footage that we’ve managed to get from the school,” he said and turned his computer to us. I mentally thanked God that there were CCTVs there. This will prove that I’m innocent.
“Should I really watch how this b***h killed my son?” Mister Albert taunted. I felt invisible sharp knives cutting my chest from what he just called me.
I understand that it’s his son that he lost, but he should still be fair of judgement. His son had some issues. He wasn’t a saint.
“We have to watch the incident to know the truth,” the other officer answered. He opened the monitor and we watched how my head teacher jumped off the building and how I was on the first floor when it happened.
I was worried that the CCTV caught Lucario. Fortunately, he wasn’t in any clips. For some reason, I don’t him to get caught despite of my fear from him. I felt happiness when I realized how Lucario made sure that I won’t be blamed for my head teacher’s death.
It really seemed like he was protecting me. He made sure that I wasn’t on the same floor with my head teacher when it happened. He saved me not just once, but two times.
My smile faded when I realized that maybe it’s just his baby that he’s protecting and not me.
“It clearly shows that Miss Fleming wasn’t on the same floor with Professor Hudson at the time of the incident. There’s clearly no signs of foul plays.”
“SHE KILLED MY SON!” Mister Hudson’s voice thundered in the four corners of the office.
“Sir…”
“I CAME HERE ASKING FOR YOUR COOPERATION BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T DO YOUR JOB RIGHT.”
Wayne put me behind his back when the old man stands up furiously. He’s pointing his fingers at the poor officers and to everyone else in the room like he’s above them.
“MY SON DIDN’T KILL HIMSELF. THERE IS NO REASON FOR HIM TO KILL HIMSELF. THIS b***h KILLED MY SON!”
He’s raising his voice like he’s forgotten that he’s talking to police officers.
“Watch your mouth, old man…”
I held Wayne’s arm when he scolded Mister Hudson.
“Please, let’s just ignore him,” I whispered to him, but he didn’t listen. “Let’s just get out of here.”
My head teacher’s father smirked at us. He looks so insulted because Wayne told him
to watch his mouth.
“Are you this little b***h’s older brother? Do you f**k her too like how he seduced my son?” he taunted. I panicked when Wayne flinched at Mister Albert. I held his arm tightly and put him behind me.
“Please, stop! Don’t blame me for your son’s death.” My voice cracked. “The reason why I’m the last person he talked to was because he tried to r**e me! Your son is a r****t and he went around molesting other girl students in the school! He forced them on bed threatening them for their grades!” I wasn’t able to contain myself and exploded. I had no plans of releasing this in front of the police and to him, but he pushed me. I can’t just stand here and listen to him insult me and my brother.
The old man's face look at me shocked. It seems like he doesn’t know that his son
was not the model professor he was. He’s nothing, but a molester!
“What the f**k did you just say you f*****g w***e!” he angrily said. Wayne covered me with his body when the old man started to show signs of getting physical.
“Yeah, tell your evil son he can now meet with his long lost brother in hell,” Wayne scoffed that made the old man more furious. “Oh, no. Maybe Satan isn’t his brother, but his father, ‘ayt?”
He lost It.
The old man pushed the officer holding and angrily marched towards us when we heard a cracking sound and a crystal chandelier fell right on the old man’s head.
I gasped.
“MISTER HUDSON!”
His head squashed on the cold floor and started gushing blood.
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