desire | liskook

18

Lisa
Questions upon questions they kept asking at the detention room, but I couldn't answer.

I really wanted to tell them the truth, but the only words that could come out of my mouth were, "Where is my husband? I need to see my husband... Please, I want my husband...please call my husband."

My mother was right, I don't have the ability to handle situations like this, even if it would save my life.

I'm a mess, a timid unreliable mess. No wonder she never thought of me capable of handling issues of the company. I mean, how can a mess like me find a place for myself in this world let alone in Jungkook's life.

Jungkook— at the thought of his name I felt the notch in my stomach tightening. Why wasn't he here? Isn't he aware that I was arrested? Please, please God, I won't ask you for anything else, please bring my husband to me. I feel a wave of doubt flush through my whole body as a strand of teardrop rolled down my cheek.

At this point, the officer questioning me lost his patience and banged his hands so hard on the table to get my attention, making me jerk in surprise.

"Crying won't help you Miss, so the sooner you start answering my questions the better for everyone? Did you or did you not meet with Mrs Gracía before her accident three hours ago?" he yelled.

Has it been three hours already? So I've been at the station for two hours now and no one— no one knows where I am. Am I really all by myself again? Will I always be this lonely in the future?

"Did you or didn't you make a call at the Gracía mansion two nights ago, asking the receiver on the other end to do a clean job?" he questioned clearly upset.

My lips were shaking as I tried my best not to speak up. It was clear they had my phone and they must have seen the text that was sent to me, even the text Yura had sent me few hours ago.

"You were the last person to see and speak to Mrs Gracía right before she died. Miss, did you plan the assassination of Mrs Gracía?" he kept on questioning even though I won't answer.

Is he being ridiculous? I killed Yura? But why would I do that? I may not have liked her at first and had wished she would get lost, but not dead. I just wanted her to leave Jungkook alone.

I don't know where to start answering these questions, especially when all the evidence at hand is pointing to me as her killer.

This can't be happening, not again. I wiped my eyes with my cuffed palm— and yes I was handcuffed.

I couldn't think of what to say, I could get into more trouble if I said the wrong thing. And I really didn't want to get Jungkook involved, so if they find out that he is my husband, he could be brought in as well and that would be very embarrassing and a soil on the image he has tried to build all these years.

I may be incompetent in most areas than one, but I refuse to be an incompetent wife who bring her husband shame.

But at the same time, I'm also worried that Jungkook may have been hurt too. I wasn't able to see him since yesterday, so I presumed he must have been with Yura. That was why I had to meet her, our confrontation was long overdue.

So if she had been in an accident immediately after our little confrontation, and if Jungkook had been with her, then maybe he is not okay too.

He may have been in the car with her when the accident happened and may have been badly hurt, for all I know.

Oh God, here I was, about to be throw in jail, but Jungkook was all I could think about all the way here and even now. I didn't do anything wrong. All I just want is to know if my husband was safe or not.