Misconception

I have been staring at the lifeless body of my boyfriend, well now 'ex-boyfriend', for the last five minutes. Next to me was his wife looking at the pointed edge of the wall from where blood was dripping drop by drop onto the floor. There was some oil spilled near the body with some of it on it's shoes. A bottle of Peter Scot and a glass with some of it's content in it were placed on the floor near the bed. The bedsheet was wrinkled and somewhat pulled showing the signs of someone getting up from the floor with it's help. It was easy to predict that he was drinking on the floor, tried to get up with the help of the bed pulling some of the sheets out of it. Walking a bit dizzy, he stepped on the oil and lost his balance resulting in hitting his head at the pointed edge of the wall. "I've called the cops, they'll be here any time soon." I said averting my eyes from the body. The feeling of being cheated by the only person I ever loved was long forgotten by the shock of seeing his lifeless body in front of me. "Do you know what happened?" asked Lyla. When I didn't reply she turned to me asked in a very serious tone, "Do you know anything about what happened to him?" "What are you talking about? You were there too an...and....h-he..."I started, feeling a little dazed from the sight in front of me. "An-and you p...." I was cut off when she held onto my neck tightly shoving me against the couch, choking me. Her eyes were red from rage. "You didn't see anything.", she yelled at me. "When you came in, HE.WAS.ALREADY.DEAD." she said squeezing harshly while emphasizing each word. I tried to push her back but all my efforts went in vain. Black dots started to appear in front of my eyes, my consciousness was slowly fading away when she suddenly jerked herself away from me. Feeling free I inhaled every ounce of air I could, rubbing my neck where she just had her hands on, coughing in between the process. She grasped my arm harshly and pulled me onto my feet dragging me towards one of the rooms. I tugged back freeing myself from her and made a run towards the main door. I was about to reach the door knob when she yanked me back by pulling onto my hair making me scream. She turned me around to face her, still holding my hair. "Listen to me carefully, we didn't do anything wrong. He deserved that." "We? There is no "we". It was all you. You were the one who pu.....aaaahhh...", she tightened her hold onto my hair daring me to finish my words. Tears pricked my eyes as her hold became almost unbearable. "No one needs to know what happened in here and believe it or not but we both are now involved in this." "I am not involved in this, I didn't even do anything." I said doing my best to keep up with the situation. "Who do you think is going to believe you? We both will be put in jail, so the safest option here is that you play along. Will you?", she asked in an intimidating tone. The only thing circling around my mind was, will the police really believe me or will they put me in jail as she said? What will I do if they didn't believe me? I have not even graduated yet. I can't let my life be destroyed like that. I have to do so much with my life, I have to complete my studies, get a good job, travel to Italy for which I have been saving my whole life, I can't let my efforts go in vain and see myself rot in jail, that too for the crime I didn't even commit because I know no one would believe me, I don't have any proof. But can I trust her? I have seen her doing such crazy things in all the time I spent with her. Can I really trust her?