Unraveled

Chapter Eleven: Jane Doe. Part Two.

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Shonda Rhimes

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"Vanessa's fetus' DNA test results are back!" Diana yelled with enthusiasm.

" Finally. Let me see" Sam stood behind Diana's chair and looked at the screen, while running the results through the system's database. They waited for less than a minute before a man's photo popped up on the screen.

" Charles Nelson" read Sam out loud.

"THE Charles Nelson" chipped Diana.

" You know him?"

"You don't?" Diana widened her eyes in confusion at her friend's ignorance.

" Girl! It's like you don't live in the same world as the rest of us. If it's not a case, you don't bother!"

Sam glared at her friend "Well excuse me for not knowing every person in your world." Sam emphasized on the word your.

"Charles Nelson is not just any person. He is the CEO at the largest company in the city." Diana hoped her friend would recognize him by now, but she didn't. "Ugh! Have you heard of Nelson and Smith Corporation?"

The clueless look on Sam's face answered her friend's question. To which she rolled her eyes and typed on her computer. Pulling some information to 'educate' her friend. Nelson and Smith Co. was the most successful and prestigious company in the city. Charles being the son of one of the founders, Mr Nelson, is the only inheritor of the corporation. As Mr Smith did not have a son. He only has one daughter. It said in the article that the handsome multimillionaire bachelor and Fiona Smith were to be engaged, to keep the partnership.

" So he's to be engaged to this Fiona. But was secretly dating Vanessa and even got her pregnant. So much for being a bachelor!" Sam came to the conclusion.

"Bastard!"

" Let's bring him in..."

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Charles and his lawyer walked in the precinct, and were escorted to the interrogation room. Once the detectives walked in the room, the they sat on the two chairs across the men and introduced themselves.

" Mr. Nelson, do you know of Vanessa Fauvrelle?"

" Charles, you don't need to answer any questions. It's absurd to call Mr. Nelson and keep him from running his business, detectives!" said the lawyer.

"It's a simple question Mr. Richard. I'm sure it's not a hard one to answer. In fact, a simple yes or no would do."

The lawyer huffed. It was clear he did not take the female detectives seriously.

"No. That name doesn't ring any bells." Charles coldly said. Even though his tapping leg and white Knuckles indicated he was nervous. Sam picked up on that and pressed him further, by showing him a photo of Vanessa's lifeless body. Mr Nelson gulped audibly and looked away.

"What?! You can't look at your girlfriend's face?" Diana said arch in her eyebrow.

" That's it! He already told you he doesn't know who that is. Since you are not going to accuse or arrest my client, we are going to be leaving." the lawyer said, standing abruptly. Causing the chair to make a screeching noise. "Come on Mr Nelson. We're leaving" he continued. Charles stood up.

"Did you know that Vanessa was pregnant… with your child?" Charles' entire body froze then he dropped to the chair. "She was thirteen weeks pregnant Mr Nelson. Did you kill her and her unborn child just because you didn't want your secret relationship with her ruining your image in front of your fiance to be?!" Sam continued with a rising tone.

"That's enough! Charles do not answer that question!"

" I… I didn't know she was pregnant…" Charles grabbed his blonde locks and was pulling at them. Resting his head between his between his hands with his elbows on the desk.

" Charles…" the lawyer began to warn his client.

" Shut up! get out get the f*** out. I do not need you."

" Mr Nelson will not like this." said the lawyer referring to Charles' father. But Charles did not seem to care. The lawyer exited the room pulling his phone out of his pocket.

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"Mr Nelson, when was the last time you saw Vanessa?" Sam questioned calmly.

" Did you kill your pregnant girlfriend Mr Nelson!!?" even though Diana was always the nice one. Once she's angry or irritated enough, she can be very aggressive. Sam shot her a glare. But that couldn't slow down the fire that was brewing in her partner's chest. Diana's weak spot was babies and pregnant women. Having a miscarriage herself as a teen, always had her on edge in such cases.

"She came to see me a week ago. Even though I told her to never come see me. I …I told her. I f****** told her loud and clear! I went to her! I even rented an apartment for her. That's how it's always been!"

"Why did she want to see you?"

"She wanted me to tell my family about her… about us. I… I couldn't!"

"Did you kill her Mr Nelson?"

" You have to understand. My family... they wouldn't have agreed to our relationship. She was beneath us. She…she wouldn't shut up. She kept crying and yelling. I just wanted her to shut up!"

" So you strangled her?! You looked into her eyes and just took her life with your bare hands!!" Diana was gritting her teeth. Her jaw clenched with every word. Charles was sobbing like a little kid.

"She didn't shut up! I couldn't let anyone see her or hear her"

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Charles confessed to killing her then dumping her body. a

According to him, he thought she'd be shredded with the garbage and never found. He did not know about the baby since he never gave Vanessa a chance to tell him. And that's what made him confess. He did say he loved her and couldn't break up with her. But to the detectives, that just sounded like a poor attempt at earning sympathy. which he definitely did not deserve.

Just as he was signing his confession, he pleaded "Please, don't let my family know about this."

Both detectives stared at him stunned and confused. "Charles, what do you think is going to happen now? How could you think that your family, or anyone else for that matter, will not know what you did?"

" I … I didn't mean to kill her. It just happened. This must count for something."

The detectives cuffed him and read him his rights." I hope you get what you deserve, you bastard" Diana whispered the last words. Not wanting to get in trouble because of this low life criminal in front of her. When they exited the room they found the lawyer walking towards them with an older version of Charles " Must be his father"

" Where are you taking my son? Richard, do something!"

"Don't bother Mr Richard. Charles here has already confessed to killing Vanessa Fauvrelle and his unborn child." Sam made sure to mention the baby loud and clear.

" What have you done?!!" Charles' father yelled.

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She woke up drenched in her sweat, grasping for air. Her heartbeat going crazy. Making her feel as if her rib cage is about to explode open. She has been having the same nightmare over and over, every night since she faced death.

Pain. That's the strongest thing she could feel. Her head throbbing. She could feel the bruises forming on her face and arms. She couldn't breathe properly. Even though she was unconscious she still felt pain.

Feeling herself being dropped and rolled down a cliff hitting her body all the way down till she reached the water, more pain, more bruises. Can dead people feel this much pain?!

Drowning. That felt worse than anything she felt before. To survive, she had to force herself to wake up with all her will and might. The moment her eyes shot open, all she could see was water and darkness.

Panicking, she started padding her limbs in a desperate movement to get to the surface. Her only hope was the moonlight reflecting on the water above her. Thanking God she still remembered how to swim, she made her way out of the water and took a much needed breath. But her throat was on fire. Making her remember the events that happened earlier that day.

But in her nightmare, she never got out of the water. No matter how hard or fast she swam, she couldn't move. Shackles would appear out of nowhere and sink her further down the darkness.

She got off the small old dark brown wooden bed, the tiny room only had a small wooden closet and a bathroom attached to the room. Walking into the bathroom, she looked at her reflection in the small mirror hanging on top of the old sink. He eyes looked way more hooded and lifeless than they ever did before. The cut on her chapped lips still hurt everytime she moved them. But the worse of all, were the prints and bruises vedanta on her neck. A reminded of her weakest moments. She trailed her fingertips from her lips down to her neck. her eyes began to fill with tears. But the determination and anger she felt were enough to stop them. She stared into her own eyes and promised her reflection on the mirror:

" He will pay for this. You just need sometime to heal. But I promise, Zack Miller will pay for everything he has ever done to you. You will not be weak ever again!"