Chapter 1: What's my crime?

“Darlene Roberts, you're under arrest for the death of George Martins.”

I look up with misty eyes only to see a bunch of cops, guns blazing and aimed at me. Funny enough, I don't even freeze neither do I panic. My attention goes back to my ex lover whose limp body is still warm with blood oozing from his forehead and chest. His shirt is torn and his big eyes are staring blankly at me. I've managed to help shut his mouth which was agape and his twisted lips. It seems he had put up one hell of a struggle before he gave up the ghost.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in the court of law.”

He repeats and pauses and I hear a shuffling behind me. I'm about to be handcuffed. 

“You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish.”

He goes on and on.

My eyes are still glued at the limo and bloody body of George. He didn't deserve to die like this. Nooo!

A moment later, I'm roughed up, cuffed and manhandled to the waiting police van, guns still pointed at me. I look at my palms when I feel them sticky. They're full of blood...George's blood.

 “If you decide to answer questions now without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time...” 

The cop's voice has now become tedious. I'm still wondering why the guns are still pointed at me and I didn't even attempt resisting arrest.

I choose to remain silent and make a mental note to call my lawyer when we arrive at whatever hell hole they're taking me to.

*****

“Where's her gun? I mean the one she used to kill him with?”

The officer who seems to be the bigger in rank questions.

I'm already seated on the cold floor of police waiting room, my hands cuffed from behind as if I'm a dangerous criminal.

Yet...

I'm not ready to talk.

Will they believe me?

Believe the fact that this is all a set up?

“It's in the van sir!”

I look up at him and he doesn't blink an eye neither does he flinch.

I've just been framed and whoever did it must have been good at it.... Leaving no traces.

The cop marches outside and comes back with something wrapped up in a piece of clothe.

The higher ranked cop whom I later come to learn he's inspector Alec secures his hands with gloves and unwraps the parcel, which happens to be the gun I found at the crime scene. 

I'm sure by now the gun must be full of my finger prints because I picked it up from George's chest and inspected it before freaking out and throwing it away in a nearby bush.

Did George kill himself!?

If not, who did?

Who was the anonymous caller?

A lot of questions are running through my mind such that I don't see inspector Alec moving towards me.

“Why did you kill him?”

His tone is firm.

He's a no nonsense man and he seems now more than ever, ready to get answers.

“I.... I... I need a lawyer... my lawyer!” I say firmly, still not looking up at him.

“If that will make you speak, then call him!”

He retorts.

“My.. my... My phone!”

I hear his call out to another cop to bring my phone as he sits back on his chair infront of me.

My phone is brought and for once, I wonder how I'll unlock it since my hands are cuffed at my back.

The cop rounds to my behind and uncuffs me.

“You're highly guarded!” He warns.

“A single move and you're dead!”

*THREE YEARS AGO*

“Hello darling.”

George sounds bored over the phone. 

“Hello dear, are you okay?”

I'm so concerned right now.

I can tell perfectly well that everything ain't alright.

“Yes dear. I'm alright.”

He replies and hesitates for a moment.

“Darlene.... ”

“Yes!”

“I just wanted to inform you that I won't be around to celebrate this year's Valentine's day with you. My boss and I will be attending a business Congress abroad... ”

I cut him short with my groaning.

“Don't worry dear. I'll make it up to you, okay?”

“But darling, remember we didn't celebrate Christmas nor new year together. You.... ”

I begin to argue but he cuts me short.

“We'll celebrate Easter together I promise.”

He tries to reason with me but I'm still unsatisfied.

“It's okay love. When are you travelling?”

I ask, already bored.

“The day after tomorrow, but...”

“Then I can come over and bid you goodbye? Wednesday is still too far you know?”

I say excitedly.

“No need for that love. I'll pass by your house after job today.”

George assures me.

“But darling, I needed to come over...”

I grunt, checking myself out in the mirror.

Well, today is Monday and Mondays aren't busy days for me. I'm just from the office and I'm just from the bathroom, heading to the kitchen to prepare super.

“Don't bother your pretty head baby. I'll pass by today...”

He tries to assure me.

“Okay dear, see you later..”

*****

I'm busy setting the dining table when George  Martins finally arrives. He looks tired after a long day at work and after hugging and kissing him, I quickly run him a hot steamy bath.

Minutes later, he's out of the jacuzzi, looking all fresh and lively.

We eat noisily, catching up because George was busy all through the weekend.

You see... George is a cool guy.

Caring, loving, romantic, fun to be with and on top of it all....he's a monster in bed. However, I r been waiting for his proposal but it ain't forthcoming. I just have to be patient.

Well...

After dinner, we watch a movie till I pass out on his chest.

I feel him lift me up and carry me bridal style towards my bedroom.

I'm fully awake when he finally lays me on bed. I smile at him sleepily when he plants a kiss on my lips and before I can withdraw, I attack his lips with my already alert ones and we kiss hungrily.

One thing leads to another and before we know it, I'm panting on top of George, riding the hell out of his groins.... 

****

My alarm goes off at exactly 6am and I groan loudly. I turn to snooze it and my sleepy head bumps onto a hard body..

My mind snaps, forgetting that I was in the company of my love.

“Good morning love.” He greets.

“Morning babe.. I hope I haven't woken you up.”

“I'm already awake. I want to rush to my house and change before I go to the office.”

George works as an accountant in a large firm in the city. He's well paid and he drives the coolest machine I've ever seen.

My car is a toy compared to George's Bugatti...

Well, such is life!

“Oh! That's okay. I'll sleep a little bit then prepare for job as well.”

I say sleepily.

George takes advantage of my sleepy head and tickles me just between the ribs.

I chuckle cheekily as I try to resist but I finally give in.

“How about we get into the bathroom together, take a steamy hot bath then bid each other goodbye? We can as well make it up for the five days I'll be away!”

Waoh!

That sounds like one hell of a cool idea.

He doesn't need to ask twice.

I climb out of the bed with him in tow and less than thirty seconds later, we're both lying in the jacuzzi, lathering each other's bodies.

“Do you know that you're beautiful Darlene?”

George says as he traces feather like kisses on my neck.

“You've just told me dear.”

I giggle like a teenager as he fondles my breast, pinching my sensitive nipple.

“And I love you so much... So so much.”

“How much?”

“You can't just imagine how much!”

George turns me over and hovers over me, planting a kiss on my lips for the umpteenth time.

I respond to his kiss with a moan after another.

After a quick session of romance, we make steamy love, rinse ourselves and dress up quickly.

Unaware of his intentions to end our relationship, this turns out as his way of biding me goodbye.

This too marks the beginning of my unending miseries...