Forged - [Donald Na x female oc]

Chapter 24

'Now that we're here we may as well go too far'

She didn't say anything for a bit. She frowned in confusion, as if putting two and two together.

"I'm sorry, you're accusing me... of murder?" her tone ice cold.

Donald looked at her, unphased, eyes sharper than ever. He expected this sort of reaction or act.

Obviously Ray wouldn't just admit to it. There was a possibility he was wrong, but he ruled it out for now. The thought of it would make him miss clues.

"You were to one to shoot that night."

"This is not something to be taken lightly, you know? Why would you even.. Did you dig my life up or something?"

"Your father took the blame for you. It was easy to trick the detectives, since everyone would believe it was him who shot, not his young and innocent daughter. There was no physical evidence either, since your fingerprints had to be on the gun in order to back your story up."

"Did you check the fucking files of the case?"

She paused for a bit. Donald kept staring at her.

"I entrusted you with that information because I didn't think you would dig it up like an unsympathetic sociopath. I can't believe you think I'd kill someone and let my father take the blame. Even if it were true, I would have gotten off easier than him. And you think having him go to prison and be forced to drop his company was the better option? Anyway, that's not even what matters now, you seriously believe that...What the fuck is your ...."

She stopped abruptly and exhaled through her nose, loud and angry.

"You really are an ass."

Her voice was low, and she didn't look at him. She was keeping her head down, a sour, yet angry look on her face.

The silence felt longer than it was, and Ray appeared to contemplate for an eternity.

As seconds passed, her expression dropped. At last, she looked like she wanted to say something more, but she seemed to have changed her mind again.

"Good luck in life." came out as a soft, though rough, whisper.

She started to walk slowly, as if on autopilot. Donald caught her arm in a steady grip. She flinched, something he's never seen her do before.

"Look at me" he demanded.

Her eyes. Her eyes would tell the truth.

"No... " a weak voice answered.

Donald was taken aback. He'd never seen Ray like this before. And what she said.. it was definitely a goodbye. A long term goodbye. Did he go too far?

No. This was just an act.

"Please, just let me go" sounded lifeless.

"What's up with you?" he didn't soften his tone. The question came out as an insult.

Ray stood motionless a few more moments, taking it in. She slowly lifted her head up to look at him, eyes darkened with anger and resentment.

"You... what's up with me?? How dare you! What's wrong with you? Go to fucking therapy or something you piece of shit!"

Turning around to face him, he instinctively lifted up his other, free arm. As expected, Ray started to hit and push him.

"You learn one thing! One fucking thing about someone and the only thing you can think about is how to use it against them?? Do you have no consideration whatsoever?"