I hear a knock on the door.
"CBI, Open up!"
I open the door and let them in.
"Is Tara Brown here?"
I shake my head, no. The head commands them to search all the rooms.
"Who are you?" He asks me to put my hands up and I do.
"I don't know."
I tell him everything that happened from top to bottom, not leaving any details out. I need to trust someone. I need someone who trusts me, I'm going to start afresh.
He sighs. "Sorry champ- We found her fingerprints on the knife."
My insides tighten. She killed her best friend. All the points lead to it, the identity theft, her disappearing every so often and the whole counsel suspecting her. And without a second thought, she had decided to use me.
"She'll be back." I say as the officers sit down.
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I point my gun at her. The one she herself gave to me. I have no pity for a ruthless criminal. Her eyes mirror guilt but she doesn't say anything.
"Everything makes sense."
"Roger, I-"
I grip the gun tighter and growl. "STOP. I'm not Roger-"
"You betrayed me. You killed him. You are a murderer."
"Listen please, I-"
"Tara-" I stop. "Just don't."
I see her hurt expression but I don't care. I've been betrayed. My heart is broken. A huge crack running right through the middle. It physically hurts. I feel like putting the gun to my head and pressing the trigger.
No, impulsive decisions are the worst. I lower my gun.
"Why Why WHy WHY WHYYYY?" I charge towards Tara, Tess, like a madman.
She flinches, expecting me to shoot.
I drop the gun. I can't. I see a tear roll down her cheek and I can't take it anymore.
"Why?"
The edge in my voice is gone. All there is a desperate need to know the truth.
She shakes her head. "I don't know."
"Tell me." I plead. "Tell me you are innocent. I'll let you go right now. Give me one reason and you can go. You can, right now." I open the door.
Or run? Run away, far from here. I won't chase you. Just leave. I want her to leave, I want it all to change and for it to be a joke.
She sobs.
"I surrender." She drops a revolver, the one she had when I first met her. She pulls out her pocket knife. And walks up to the guard. She sticks out her hands.
"I surrender."
I feel my heart break. Into a thousand little pieces. The little ray of hope holding it together is gone. Like a porcelain plate dropped off a height, it shatters. She doesn't turn back. As the handcuffs encircle her wrists, she doesn't look back at me. As she's led away, she looks straight ahead, her eyes swimming with tears.
"Where we even – Did you even know me?" My voice breaks.
Tara flinches and I see her inhale sharply. "No."
I throw my revolver at the wall and the constable shouts and ducks.
I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.
I walk out of the dome, ignoring all the officers asking if I'm ok. I slam the door and go. Where? I don't know. If possible, where I can't feel pain. Where I won't be hurt.
Where I can be whole again.
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