Chapter 115
False accusations?
Megan’s POV:
I stand up, my legs shaking slightly as the officer leads me out of the cell. The cold metal cuffs are slapped back on my wrists, and I am escorted down the gray hallway.
The fluorescent lights overhead flicker, casting a glow on the scene.
We enter a small, windowless room, with a metal table in the center. The detective is already seated, a stack of files in front of him. He gestures for me to sit, his expression unreadable.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
“I didn’t do it,” I say, my voice firm but shaking slightly.
The detective raises an eyebrow.
“Let us start with what happened the night of Kayla’s murder. You were at the scene, right?” He asked me.
I nod, my mind racing.
“No, I don’t know what you are talking about!” I told him.
“I was home through out yesterday!” I said.
He leans forward, his eyes boring into mine.
“We have witnesses that place you at the scene. Witnesses that saw you arguing with Kayla. You are not telling us the whole truth, Megan.” Detective James told me.
I feel a surge of panic.
“What witnesses? What are you talking about? “I’m telling you, I didn’t do it,” I repeat, my voice rising.
The detective leans back, a small smile playing on his lips. ”
“We will see about that.” He said.
“Come with me!” He added.
My heart raced as Detective James leads me to the cell room where Kayla’s body was found. I was met with a gruesome sight of blood splattered all over the walls, floor, and bed. My eyes widen in horror as I take in the scene.
And then, my gaze falls on the inscription scrawled on the wall in red,” I Megan did this!”
My mind reeled in shock.
“No, no, no! This can’t be! I didn’t do this!” I said as I felt like I am going to collapse, my legs trembling beneath me.
Detective James’s voice is firm.
“Megan, we found this at the crime scene. Care to explain?” He asked me.
I shake my head, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I did not do it. I did not write that. Someone must have framed me.” I told him.
The detective raises an eyebrow.
“Framed you? We have evidence, Megan. Evidence that puts you at the scene of the crime.” He said.
I feel a wave of desperation wash over me. I know I didn’t do this. But how can I prove it?
Detective James’s words hit me like a ton of bricks.
“The stalker you sent confirmed that you were the suspect?” He said.
I am shocked, my mind reeling in confusion.
“What stalker? I did not send anyone! I do not know what you are talking about!” I told him.
The detective’s expression is skeptical.
“Do not play dumb, Megan. We have evidence that suggests you hired someone to watch Kayla, and that person knows everything about you.” He revealed.
I am flabbergasted.
“That is not true! I did not hire anyone! I don’t know who you’re talking about!” I told him.
Detective James leans in, his eyes piercing.
“Megan, we have a witness who puts you at the scene of the crime. We have physical evidence that links you to the murder. It’s over. You might as well come clean.” He told me.
I’m trapped in a nightmare, and I can’t wake up. I know I didn’t do this, but the evidence seems stacked against me. I’m starting to question my own sanity. Did I really do it? No, I know I didn’t. But how can I prove it.
I continue to protest, trying to clear my name, but Detective James cuts me off.
“That is enough, Megan. You are not cooperating. Take her away.” He told them.
The officers move forward, grasping my arms, and lead me out of the interrogation room. I struggle against them, still trying to explain, but they hold firm.
As we walk down the hallway, I catch a glimpse of the detective’s face.
His expression is resolute, unmoved by my pleas.
“You will have plenty of time to think about your story, Megan,” he says. “Let me know when you’re ready to tell the truth.”
I am taken back to my cell, the door slamming shut behind me. I am left alone with my thoughts, my mind racing with fear and uncertainty.
How can I prove my innocence? Who is behind this setup? And why are they trying to frame me for Kayla’s murder?
I sat on the cold, hard bed, my mind reeling with thoughts and emotions. My life, once seemingly perfect, now lies in shambles. I think about my childhood, my parents… and everything that once brought me joy now feels like a distant memory.
I think about Chris, my ex-boyfriend, and how our relationship ended. I think about Kayla and what led to her death. I think about the detective’s words, the evidence against me, and the witness who claims that I have a hand in this.
My mind races with questions. Who could have done this? Who could have framed me? And why? I feel like I am living in a nightmare, trapped in a world that is not my own.
As the hours pass, my thoughts become a jumbled mess. I’m consumed by fear, anxiety, and uncertainty. My life, once full of promise and potential, now hangs in the balance. I am left to wonder if I’ll ever be able to clear my name, to prove my innocence, and to regain my freedom.
I was told that I had a visitor as I wondered whom it was.
I stand up, my heart racing with anticipation. The guard leads me to a small visitation room, and I see a figure waiting for me on the other side of the glass partition.
As I enter the room, I realize it’s Jane. She looks pale and worried, but she forces a smile when she sees me.
“Megan, oh my God, I’m so sorry this is happening,” she says, her voice trembling.
I feel a lump form in my throat as I sit down across from her.
” I didn’t do it,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I swear I didn’t kill Kayla.” I told her.
“I know, Megan. I believe you. But we need to figure out who did this. We need to prove your innocence.” Jane’s eyes fill with tears.
“What?” I said as I dried my tears.
“Who is it?” I asked her.