MENTION OF RAPE.
Prepare yourself this chapter is a heavy one.
"Axel's been arrested..." Draco stated as he sat with legs crossed, a pair of the Daily Prophet covered his face.
"No way?" I walked beside him to view the statement myself.
Axel Jalen Ubel-- unemployed 24-year-old male arrested for rape with fifteen years of imprisonment. The victim stays anonymous.
I had to admit, Axel was a horrible person with horrible attributes and characteristics but for him to stoop this low was genuinely baffling.
"That is so..unexpected of Axel.." I replied startled.
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Dear Emerlyn,
I'm back in London. Can you inform Serena that I can meet her on May 17?
Mattheo.
May 17.
My fragmented anniversary with Axel.
It wasn't as hurtful to think about as it was years ago.
This specific date was like a safety pin poking my skin.
It was strange to confess this but every time this date passed an eerie feeling would stir up in my stomach. All those dreadful flashbacks would open themselves on this date. It didn't hurt.
It was just--peculiar.
I wondered how I had fallen in love with someone like Axel. How did the tough Emerlyn allow herself to fall into a trap which Axel had claimed to be love?
However, Emerlyn wasn't the toughest in her teens. She only gained strength after her heartbreak.
I brushed my mind past these thoughts and wrote to Serena.
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MAY 17.
A while ago Draco had found a picture of my mother. He had never gotten far to investigate deeper about the picture but to me, that single polaroid meant my world could shake and disturb my nature forever.
Shuffling through his desks, scrambling through his cabinets, and flipping through all of his files written about this case; I could not find a single clue of where this picture could be stored.
I had already inspected his office at home. Where did he put it?
The door opened. It was fast but blaring.
"Emerlyn--?" Draco scanned his eyes at the atmosphere. His voice was already in a rush, distressed, and now conflicted upon seeing me. "What are you doing here?"
"Erm.." I breathed. "I lost my earring...after I was in your office the other day..."
"You're wearing both of them..." He pointed out.
"Oh?" I felt both of the earrings given by tom; my heart racing, my mind blank, my hands drowning in sweat. "I- I didn't know.." the chuckle I let out made me cringe at myself.
"There's no time to waste-- we have to go." Draco didn't seem bothered by my answer. "The Red Cloaked killer has struck again."
What?
"How could that be.." I mumbled.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean...last month and now.."
"She's starting to grow bold with her killings.."
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"Where's Kiaran?" Pansy inquired as we arrived at an abandoned house searching through the neglected house.
Draco didn't respond, he was keeping a closed body language. I knew my husband too well, something had gone wrong.
"Draco." I forced him to look at me with a harsh call. "Where is Kiaran?"
There was a pause.
Silence.
"Dead.." he pointed at the deceased body of Kiaran, Pansy covered her mouth dismayed.
It wasn't Kiaran's impaled body or the pool of wine-red colored blood around him or his unrecognizable state of body that had blurred my vision with tears.
But it was the body of Serena, who was covered with large wounds all around her body, her clothes torn apart and a hand gripped onto Kiaran's, and her other hand frozen into a fist.
"SERENA!" I knelt beside her shaking her. What the hell had happened? Wasn't she suppose to meet Mattheo?
"Serena.." I checked her pulse. Breathing.
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It hadn't come as a surprise to me when it was revealed to everyone Kiaran and Serena had been dating secretly this whole entire time.
This boyfriend of hers she always talked about was Kiaran.
Kiaran's late appearances at work, Serena inviting him over. It all made sense.
"Emerlyn, she's still alive.." Draco placed his arms around mine. "She'll be alright..she'll be fine.."
Nothing would be fine. My best friend had been so brutally tortured. She had taken defense for Kiaran, which had gone in vain.
"How do you know this was the Red-Cloak killers doing?"
"This.." he showed a piece of red fabric that resembled my cloak placed inside a zip bag. This impersonator had planned this thoroughly. "I found it at the scene."
I wiped the hot tears splattering on my cheeks and examined the evidence along with the dagger. This dagger was not mine.
The doctor that had been with Serena walked outside of the emergency room. I stood up eager to know the words inside of him.
"She's in a coma...we don't exactly know for how long, but there's a high possibility she's gone mad or has lost most of her memory." The doctor warned.
I shoved myself into the room, to witness Serena barely surviving to live.
She was in between life and death. How would Tom and Mattheo react to this?
Had Mattheo met Serena?
All these thoughts wandered around in my mind. I was too clouded with grief to attempt to answer any of them.
I held her hand, a tear droplet of mine landing on her face. Her face was covered with countless bandages.
This form of Serena obliterated my heart. My.Serena.did.not.deserve.this.
I noticed her fist and pushed her fingers apart only for a rolled-up parchment to be exposed.
Without another thought, I opened the crumbled parchment paper.
Watch
Your
Back
Emerlyn Malory.
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