Livy
Questions upon questions they kept asking at the detention room, but I couldn’t answer.
I really wanted to tell them the truth, but the only words that could come out of my mouth were, “where is my husband? I need to see my husband… Please, I want my husband… please call my husband.”
My mother was right, I don’t have the ability to handle situations like these, even if it would save my life.
I’m a mess, a timid unreliable mess. No wonder she never thought of me capable of handling issues of the company. I mean, how can a mess like me find a place for myself in this world let alone in Markian’s life.
Markian -even at the thought of his name I felt the notch in my stomach tightening. Why wasn’t he here yet? Isn’t he aware that I was arrested?
Please, please God, I won’t ask you for anything else, please let my husband be OK. I feel a wave of doubt flush through my whole body as a strand of teardrop rolled down my cheek.
At this point, the officer questioning me lost his patience and banged his hands so hard on the table to get my attention, making me jerk in surprise.
“Crying won’t help you Miss, so the sooner you start answering my questions the better for everyone? Did you or did you not meet with Mrs. Gracía before her accident 3hrs ago?” he yelled.
Has it been 3hrs already? So I’ve been at the station for 2hrs now and no one- no one knows where I am. Am I really all by myself again? Will I always be this lonely in the future?
“Did you or didn’t you make a call at the Gracía mansion 2nights ago, asking the receiver on the other end to do a clean job?” he questioned clearly upset.
My lips were shaking as I tried my best not to speak up. It was clear they had my phone and they must have seen the text that was sent to me, even the text Felicity had sent me few hours ago.
“You were the last person to see and speak to Mrs. Gracía right before she died. Miss- did you plan the assassination of Mrs. Gracía?” he kept on questioning even though I won’t answer.
Is he being ridiculous? I killed Felicity? But why would I do that? I may not have liked her at first and had wished she would get lost, but not dead. I just wanted her to leave Markian alone.
I don’t know where to start answering these questions, especially when all the evidence at hand is pointing to me as her killer.
This can’t be happening, not again. I wiped my eyes with my cuffed palm- and yes I was handcuffed.
I couldn’t think of what to say, I could get into more trouble if I said the wrong thing. And I really didn’t want to get Markian involved, so if they find out that he is my husband, he could be brought in as well and that would be very embarrassing and a soil on the image he has tried to build all these years.
I may be incompetent in most areas than one, but I refuse to be an incompetent wife who bring her husband shame.
But at the same time, I’m also worried that Markian may have been hurt too. I wasn’t able to see him since yesterday, so I presumed he must have been with Felicity. That was why I had to meet her, our confrontation was long overdue.
So if she had been in an accident immediately after our little confrontation, and if Markian had been with her, then maybe he is not ok too.
He may have been in the car with her when the accident happened and may have been badly hurt, for all I know.
Oh God, here I was, about to be throw in jail, but Markian was all I could think about all the way here and even now. I didn’t do anything wrong. All I just want is to know if my husband was safe or not.
“Miss, did you- plan to- kill Mrs Gracía?!” The officer yelled at me questioning.
“I… i di-” I tried to speak but was interrupted to my relief.
“It’s illegal to be questioning her without the presence of her lawyer, officer.” a familiar voice responded on my behalf. I looked up to make sure it was who I thought it was, as he stepped closer reviling himself.
Daniel looked very upset as he stood and glared at the officer beside me, he must be very angry.
There was a man behind him who walked up to the officer and handed him a file. He told the officer he would be my legal representative and he requested a bail for me, but the officer refused.
“I’m sorry but I can’t do that. A case was filed against her with evidences, and she was brought in for some questioning but she is yet to answer any of our questions.” the officer replied to my dismay.
“You brought her in for questioning with cuffs and without consulting her lawyer? I don’t know how you do things around here, but I’m pretty sure that is not how things work.” the lawyer replied.
“We apologize about the cuffs, but Miss Olivia demonstrates the attributes of a culprit. So- forgive me for taking extra precautions, but she can’t leave until she at least answers my questions.” the officer replied.
Me, demonstrated attributes of a culprit? I was more baffled now that even though I really wanted to say something, I couldn’t.
“Can’t you see she is finding it difficult to answer anything with your constant yelling? She is scared and obviously petrified by you. If I find out that you have hurt her in any way, I’ll sue all of you!” Daniel threatened angrily.
Oh, now I knew why he is upset. He’s upset with the officer that had cuffed me and kept yelling in my ears, and once again I felt safe, almost happy that I wasn’t alone.
I was grateful to him for being by my side during my difficulties.
“Fine. I’ll uncuff her-only if you convince her to cooperate with us and answer the questions honestly. If she doesn’t, then you’ll have to go look for an alibi for her, unless she will be put in jail.” the officer disclosed, sending a wave of surprise to everyone in the room.
“Where is your superior? I need to have a word with him.” Daniel requested.
“He is at the Gracía mansion having a word with Mr. Gracía on this case. So the faster you get her to speak the better for everyone.” the officer concluded and left the room giving us time to speak in private.
“Mr. Diaz could you excuse us for a minute?” Daniel asked the lawyer, and he obeyed without questioning, leaving just the two of us alone in the room.
As he sat on the chair opposite mine, I could see the worry written all over his face. He was worried about me I know that, but I just wasn’t able to think straight or answer any questions, not when I was worried sick about Markian’s whereabout.
“Livy, why aren’t you answering their questions, huh? Is it that hard for you to answer?” he questioned.
More questions, I can’t take them anymore. There was only one thing I needed to know, and that’s where and how is Markian?
I looked down at the table adverting our eyes, as I thought of how fast things got so bad, just because of my insecurities.