It wasn't me

Chapter one

"I didn't do it! Please! You have to believe me!" I shouted, with buckets of unleashed tears rushing from my eyes and slowly finding its way into my mouth. "Ma'am! You need to calm down. Just tell us what we want to know and your free to go." He looked at me. Trying to intimidate me because he's a police officer. All because he has authorisation to keep me here. Trying to interrogate me? More like trying to punish me for saying no to him! I wonder if his boss knew that he tried to 'get some'. He's lucky I didn't report his ass to the authorities! Shut up Julia! You need to focus! A small voice in my head broke me out of my thoughts about that idiotic cop. Tears were still streaming down my cheeks. I needed to rest. I needed to get out of this hell hole! This tiny enclosed room was starting to make me sick. These handcuffs were making my wrists itch. This supercilious investigator, this stupid COP!! This ridiculous man, was making me sick!!!

"You were the last person at his house Julia. We have eye witnesses who saw you leave his house that night." He looked at me. Trying to get answers that I don't have

"I was not at his house that night. I didn't do anything! I didn't kill him dammit!!!" I shouted and slammed my fist on the metallic table. I was very angry. Very tired. Very frustrated. Don't give them a reason to blame you more Julia. The tiny voice returned, once again with great advice. I listened to it and I calmed down.

"Just let me go. Please." I said, almost in a whisper. My voice came out so broken. It scared me to see how feeble I was at that moment. I can't believe how low I've hit. My life can't get any worse. "Just start from the beginning. I need you to tell me exactly what happened. From the beginning", his magnetizing voice captured me. I'll admit he was a bit attractive, but he was way too old for me. He was like forty and I was only twenty-five. I don't date the elderly. He tried to touch my hands but I quickly pulled it away. His blue eyes saddened. What did he think? Did he really expect me to hold his hands and blush? I was tired. I was very tired. So I just sighed and I started to tell him everything. He just leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms across his chest. He took one of his hands and ran his fingers through his dark silky hair. He stared at me with anticipation, waiting for me to begin my story.

"Fine" I said softly.

Everything started on November 6th.

Julia's POV

November 6th first day

I was on my way to college. I was tired and I did not have a car, so I had to walk. When I got to school, I walked down the hall to my class. I had history with Ms. Jane. I slept during half the class so don't ask me what I learned. When I heard the bell I sprinted from my seat in order to get to my next class. I had geography. I really hate to be late to that idiotic professors class.

When his class was over I grabbed my books and pressed them against my chest. I took my bag and I rushed out to the hallway. Everything was going fine until I bumped into someone and dropped my books.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Please don't get mad." I apologized and pleaded. He looked down at me while I was gathering my books back together, and he smirked. For the first time, I got a good look at his face. He was the true meaning of gorgeous. He was perfect. His eyes were hazel brown and his skin was flawless. He looked like caramel. When he smirked at me, his teeth were as white as clouds. His hair was amazing. It looked soft and wavy. I couldn't help but stare at it a little. I just wanted to pass my hands through it. He just arose in me a flame. Lust at first sight? I think yes.

"Watch where you're going next time you cluts." Though his magnetizing voice captured me, he had absolutely no right to insult me.

"Excuse me!" I exclaimed. His voice broke me out of my thoughts. This dude was out of place. "What did you just call me?" I asked softly. I really wanted to make sure that I was hearing correctly.

"I said you're a cluts. I'm sure I'm not the first person who has said that to you." He spoke so nonchalant. He didn't care at all for my feelings towards his remarks. All my lust for him instantly vanished with his rude remarks.

I swooped my books up into my hands, and I stood to my feet. I looked at him. I looked directly into his hazel eyes. I felt like melting just by starring at him. I wanted to just devour him at that moment, but no, he had to be taught a lesson. No longer did i feel attracted to this idiot, but all I felt was anger. He needs to know how to speak to people.

With my books in my left hand, I raised my right hand and poked his muscular chest with my index finger.

"You listen to me dude. You need to know how to speak to people. I don't know and I don't care how you were raised, but this is a civilized world where civilized people live. This is where well mannered people live. So, here is what you're going to do. You're going to stop acting like an idiot and walk away from me, because I can't stand your face. You make me sick! Get the hell out of my presence, NOW!" Okay, maybe I was a bit harsh, but I really hate when people call me names. I know I lied when I said I can't stand his face, but I needed to bring him down a bit, and apparently, it worked. He just gave me a disgusted look and he walked away. That will teach him a lesson. A little voice in my head told me. "I couldn't agree more". I said softly to myself.

The rest of my day was pretty much the same. I finish my day of school, go home, eat an ice cream sundae, revise what I learned at school, watch a movie, listen to music until I fall asleep. This became a routine for me ever since my roommate Katelyn moved out. She was my best friend. My depression was great when she told me she was moving out to live with her mom again. Her mom got really sick and Katelyn decided to give her mom a helping hand by staying with her, to take good care of her. I was left alone.

*****November 7th******

The next morning, when I awoke from my slumber, I was expecting my day to go as usual. My theory was proven inaccurate when I heard a knock on the door.

'KNOCK KNOCK!

I tried to ignore the annoyance by placing my pillow over my head, but all my efforts were futile because the sinister sound was getting louder and penetrating my nerves. "I'm coming!" I shouted, as I reluctantly arose from my bed and went to the door.

I swung the door open and saw a very familiar face. "You!" I yelled. "What are you doing at my house. I thought I made myself perfectly clear yesterday when I told you that I can't stand your face!". It was the idiot who insulted me.

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