Present
Camille
“Maura, please…” Before I could finish the sentence, Michael ripped my t-shirt off my body, causing me to freeze in shock. Defeated, I squeezed my eyes, falling to my knees and begging for help.
“Come here, bitch!” Michael grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to my feet. Grinding my teeth, I snatched the wine bottle off the table and slammed it right into his head, causing him to bleed. A moment later, he reached out to touch his head and looked at his hand with horror. The next second, his eyes rolled back in his head before his body landed on the ground.
I heard people suck into breath behind me as I was still holding a broken wine bottle and blood was trickling from it. Michael lay flat on the floor. I stared at his body as he remained motionless. His blood spread slowly across the white, pristine floor.
“Is he dead?” the redhead asked, her voice filled with fear.
“What have you done?” Maura exclaimed as she stepped next to me. “Shit!” she softly kicked Michael’s body with her heels to check him. “Oh no, he’s not moving,” she exclaimed when Michael didn’t respond.
Suddenly, the pit of my stomach dropped when a police siren blared in the room.
“Police!” cries filled the air and people rushed here and there.
“Who the fuck has called the police?” Maura gritted her teeth.
“And the drugs?” Red-headed roared, watching Maura for direction.
“Get them flushed in the toilet,” Maura ordered with clenched teeth. “You caused this.” She snarled at me.
“He was trying to rape me.” I pounced with rage.
Suddenly, a police officer stormed inside and shouted, “Hands up, everybody!” He surveyed his surroundings before his eyes landed on the body on the ground. “Arrest her.” As soon as he saw the broken bottle I held, he nodded at me.
A constable rushed towards me before he grabbed my hands and twisted them behind my back and handcuffed me.
“I didn’t mean to do this,” I told him when they dragged me away. “He was trying to rape me...”
“No! She’s psychotic!” Maura yelled out, cutting me off. “She also killed a boy eight years ago. You can check her criminal records if you don’t believe.”
“How could you possibly treat me this way, Maura?” I growled at her. “You...” I jerked myself free so that I could strangle her slender neck. She had been such a bitch. I had never expected her to get so low as to torture me.
“Put her into the car,” Officer ordered before the constable took me out and shoved me into the car roughly. I saw Maura who was smirking in triumph like she had planned everything and it ran smoothly.
“I didn’t do this,” I told the cops quietly, but they completely ignored me.
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His Lethal Love
Romance"Miss Camille Davidson, what a small world?" A chill went through me when I heard his dark, yet sexy, voice. I lifted my chin to look at him. Once my eyes locked with his, I couldn't stop myself from shivering. He was no longer the man he was eight...
