The Incident

The Incident Part 1

The atmosphere was quiet and dents. A heavy silence filled the room as I wait patiently for an answer to a question that repeats in my mind over and over like an echo spreading across an empty field or a rumor opening out around a school full of hormonal teenagers. 

"Ok Isabella, I would like to speak to you." An investigator stated as I sit in a holding cell waiting for the consequences of my action. The action that may have just cost me my life. The police officer that stood guard next to my cell had reached into his pocket to unlock it. I was then immediately placed into handcuffs with my hands crossed over placed behind my back and escorted to a smaller room with an investigator. 

The room was dimmed, and the surrounding was intense. Nothing around but a table and four chairs. The room was gray and gloomy. I mean, what was I expecting, a housewarming party?  

"Please, take a seat." The women asked of me.

Reluctantly, I do as followed and stand in front of the table where she sits on the opposite side of. As I stood in front of my seat, a police officer approaches me. Reaching into his left pocket, he grabs my wrist and unlocks the cuffs. Doing so, he sits me down and locks me onto the chair. Tightening my cuffs placed around my wrist, in hopes I dont make any stupid decisions. 

"Good afternoon Ms. Scott-"

I interrupted "Dont call me that. Ever."

The woman goes silent for a couple of seconds. "My mistake. Isabella, is it?"

"May you take these cuffs off of me, please."

"I don't think that's possible ma'am"

"Then I have nothing to say until my attorney gets here." 

"Look, we just need you to answer some questions so we can get to the bottom of this. The quicker we get some answer from you, the faster the process will be" She said 

"Faster for me to be placed back into that cell? I'll wait."

"Well let me start off by introducing myself. Im Detective Murphy. I want to start off just by having a clear understanding that you understand why you're here right?"

I remained silent. Standing my ground, and not speaking until my lawyer gets here. They cant use anything I say, against me.

"Ok, then we'll cut to the chase. I want to help you, Isabella. I really want to believe that you had nothing to do with the death of Ian Scott. Your husband I presume? " 

"Ex... husband" I jumped in, giving a full understanding that I dont want anything to do with that man anymore.

 "Yes, well with all due respect Isabella, we have all of the evidence placed against you. Take a look at these"

What was suddenly placed in front of me was a group of photos of the incident that took place in my house. Outlines around the body, blood smears/splatters on the walls and floor, and the weapon that was used for the crime. The 26-inch pistol was placed on top of a dresser. 

"Around 48 hours ago is when the crime took place. The victim took a sudden strike to the head, and we had come to the conclusion that it was from the handle of the gun. After the injury to the head, the victim took another impact from the corner of the dresser, due to the fall from the first strike. Once down and unconscious, you took matters even further and shot the victim once in the head and twice in the chest, causing the bullet to go straight through the heart, which then led to major blood loss."

Viewing the pictures sent a shiver down my spine. An all-familiar sight that I wasn't excited to view. My heart dropped to my stomach while I take a heavy breath trying to release every memory. Then again I stay quiet. I can't say another word.

"I just want to know why you killed him, Isabella-"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" I yelled, voice breaking and tears building up and running down my cheeks.

"So you did kill him."

"No! Thats not what I said!" 

"Thats what you implied" She responded "It's on recorded Isabella." She said, pointing at the recorder capturing every detail. No moment being untouched.

"Isabella, we're here to not only help but to get some answers to what actually happened. So if you tell us what happened, we'll get to the bottom of this together." She said with a concerning voice, either trying to manipulate me to get what she wants, or she somewhat believed that I was innocent. Although the odds were placed against me.

"Were you threatened by him? Was that the reason why you killed him? What was going through your mind when you killed him." She asks, this time with a slightly more stern voice.

"Im not... saying anything else." I mutter under my breath as my voice begins to tremble. My body starts to go numb, while my vision begins to get blurry. 

"Isabella... Please cooperate with me." 

"Leave me alone (x4)" I slowly begin to panic. My face, heating up from the range. My hands tightly grasped around the arms of the chair for dear life, as if I was holding on to something close demanding to run away from me. I start to shake, not only physically, but emotionally. My mind starts to juggle and turn, making me lose my train of thought, causing me to somewhat forget where I was, all while I sit and try to keep my composure.

"Isabella-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I snapped. Not able to take the pressure any longer. 

The room fell silent. Each second passing by felt like an eternity. My breathing gets heavier and shorter with each moment that passes. I'm leaned over. My hands are still around the arms of the chair while my upper body is slumped near my knees. 

"From that reaction, I want to belive that you're innocent Isabella." She said, sitting a cup of water down in front of me , with a straw, so I would be able to drink without opening my cuffs. 

"I just want an answer. So please, lets start from the beginning." 

At this moment, I wasn't for sure if it was just the pressure getting in my head, or I wanted to believe that she wasn't trying to screw me over, or I just wanted to go back home. But I responded.

"Ok..." muttering under my breath.