Falling

Not so deceased husband

Anna's heart sunk like the damn titanic, her mind lay blank. She was a being with a heart that could feel sympathy for any being, no matter how awful they may be. Her eyes welled with tears,  as she grew to realize the depth of this tragedy. Let alone, she still didn't know who killed him. Apparently no one did. 

Frida paced the sidewalk, biting her nails. The stressed look didn't fit her. "I thought he... oh lord no it couldn't have been... but what if..." She muttered sourly to herself. Anna felt her knees grow weak, and suddenly she was kneeling with the loss of her own breath. A cop slowly approached the two, his hand resting on what seemed to be his taser. "Ok.. so... do you...uh" He stared upon Anna, confused of what to do. "Anna, get up!" Frida sharply whispered under her breath. Anna arose, her eyes and nose red. "Yes...?" 

"Did Stephen- Steph have any particular enemies? Had he gotten in any recent fights? Is there anyone who would want to... I don't know, kill him?" The tone of the cops voice seemed to imply that he was sussing out two guilty women. "I heard you spiked this mans drink last night. Is this true? Are you aware that can be a ten year sentence?" Frida seemed to remain calm, though Anna knew she had gone cold. 

"She didn't spike his drink, I just.... thought she did! The two of us were together and I, I barely saw it. I was just going off of my instinct!" Frida rolled her eyes, staring blandly at Anna. "Of course I didn't spike the drink, last night I found her passed out by the entrance of the bar and both Steph and I helped her to the car. All the while I was holding his beer." Frida announced with such confidence, Anna worried it might have actually been the truth. 

"Well, you two seemed to arrive together, why weren't you home last night?" Frida sighed, not bothering herself in worry anymore. "Anna and I are the dearest of friends. There was an incident at the bar with the two so I decided to step in and let her crash at my place." The cop remained suspicious, allowing his face to show every bit of it. "Okay... Well this is a closed site, I'd advise you leave, detectives are summoned. You two will be questioned. 

Frida grabbed Anna's hand firmly and headed towards her BMW. The briskly got in, and drove off  swiftly. "FUCK." Her firm voice jolted Anna into another dimension. "Anna, I am going to tell you this once and only once. We are in trouble. My psycho ex-husband killed Steph. Fuckin' idiot. I thought he was only joking, I'm the fucking idiot." 

"The hell do you mean? You're- you're a widow!" Anna's heart was going a million miles per second as the car accelerated. She held onto the seatbelt for her dear life. "It was an arrangement, like business. He... he's not dead. My husbands death was staged..." Anna looked upon Frida's face, which was slowly morphing to a glowing red. "What? Why? Who even is your husband?!"

"Ex-husband! He was someone I thought I loved, but he got his ass into serious shit where he was wanted dead by multiple out-of-state drug lords with no mercy. We staged a tragic death in a car accident and he set off to live under a disguise. We were fighting and I had lost feelings ages ago so the plan seemed fine to me."

" I don't get it, why would he kill Steph?" Anna felt a lump in her dry throat, she clenched to the belt harder. 

"He was no saint, the reason he was wanted dead was because he killed one of their gang members. He knew from the get-go that I wasn't attracted to him, nor his gender, and he held that against me. He gaslit me into thinking I was insane, as he proceeded to fail at killing my mother." Frida took her eyes off the road for a split second to see Anna's face which had gone to a pale white ghost. 

"I remember the day we staged the accident. He was furious. I was a little too okay with him being dead . The last thing he said to me was that he would make my life a living hell." Anna sat still, soak in everything. 

"It still could be someone else though." Frida sighed, "Oh, no. The night he tried killing my mom he broke the glass and tried shooting her. The absolute moron forgot to put bullets in the fucking ancient pistol. And besides, I have no idea where he is. I doubt he'd have run far, too dumb for that." The car came to a stop, as they had arrived to a small bakery that sat closely on the coast. 

"Might I also remind you, his plan was to meet a plastic surgeon to mess up his face until he was unrecognizable. Took us a year to save the money, what a damn waste! All I'm saying, wherever he is now, we wouldn't be able to tell."