Chapter 17

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A week passes by and it's March 5th. It was starting to get nice again, Wilbur and Rose got a new pet, their application for the apartment in New York was accepted, meaning they had to get out of the house before May 1st. 

Rose was cooking lunch for Wilbur, which was starting to pack already. Sophie was playing with her little toy mice. It seemed like a normal day, sun was shining and nothing was bothering them. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door. "I'll get it!" Rose yelled awhile putting the toast on the plate and walking to the door to open it. When she opened the door, she saw a police officer. "Hello! Is William Gold here?" He asked, "Yeah, he's packing right now, do you want me to get him?" she opened the door slight bit so he could walk inside. "Yes please." She smiled at the officer before getting Wilbur.

She opened the door to see him, packing the books from the shelf, "Hey darling.."  he got up and leaned her in for a kiss. "What do you need?" He put his hand on her cheek and pulled her in for more, but she gently pushed him away, "There is a police officer here, he needs you." she said before turning to the door and walking to the officer. Then, he was following her.

"Hello officer, what's the need?" Wilbur leaned on the wall, "Mr.Gold, we need you for a questioning." he said awhile turning his smile to a blank one, "So, if you can come with me to go to the police station. That would great." the officer waited for a response from the tall male. And Rose was quite worried, trying not to make a reaction, she had to play with her thumb. When Wilbur saw she was playing with her thumb, he knew she was having a panic attack.

"Ok, just how long will I be there?" He said awhile putting his jacket on, "You will probably be there overnight." the officer said. Before they left, he kissed Rose and pet Sophie. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said before closing the door. 

She collapse onto the ground, "Shit.." she forgot about the confession from Wilbur, about being her father's murderer. When something happens to Rose, she deepens it inside of her mind so she could forget about it. She began to sob, the only comfort there was for her, was the little kitten being right beside her.


"Mr.Gold, do you know why you're here?" The detective asked, "No." Wilbur mumbled awhile looking at table, didn't bear to look at the detective. "Well, your DNA was in the pocket knife." The detective slides a bag with a pocket knife in it, "Why does have to do with me?" he looked at the pocket knife for a couple of seconds then back to the table, "Do you remember killing someone with this?" the detective asked the annoyed male.

It was a couple minutes later when he said something, "No and I'm not a murderer." he hesitated the answer back. "It took a couple minutes for you to answer that..but you're positive that you didn't kill someone with this? Because there is video evidence of a man dragging someone on the fire escape, and the man dragging the body description fits you..6'5, brunette and skinny, and I know you used to work there." Wilbur wanted to kill the detective and flee the room but he knew people were behind the mirror.

"You were the only tall one working there." The detective added before pulling his computer out and playing the video in front of Wilbur. "Did you murder Mr.Myers?" The detective said before closing the computer, Wilbur started to shake. He thought about Rose, he wanted her to have a good future and accomplish goals with him and wanted to protect her...from him. 

                                                                       "I.."

                                                    "What Mr.Gold?"

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