Brayleigh sat on the floor with her back against the wall, waiting for what felt like an eternity.
Being a captive obviously meant not knowing exactly what time it was, and it was frustrating and infuriating.
It was cold and damp in the cell, which made her feel even more miserable.
She hoped that Carl knew what he was doing, otherwise, the entire thing would explode in their faces and then what?
Being sent to prison for the rest of her life for something she didn’t even do!
Terror filled her veins when just thinking about the possibility.
It was dead quiet on this side of the prison building, which made it eerie and disturbing.
Brayleigh wondered between who and what type of horrifying acts of violence were all around her. She has always been in close interaction with these criminals, but never this close.
Being labelled as one of the most dangerous captives was unreal.
One of the things she learned so far, being held captive, is the vast amount of time you have to sit and think. Intense thinking and introspection. As a therapist, she knew this happened and it should, but now she experienced it for real.
Luckily, she didn’t have to face all the killings that were linked to her name and deal with the immense guilt. At least she knew the truth and Carl as well.
It seemed like it at least.
As Brayleigh continued with her thoughts, a sudden interruption caused her to look towards the prison bars.
It was Carl at last.
“Finally, I was beginning to doubt if you meant what you said earlier.” She whispered.
“I have to admit, this wasn’t an easy decision for me, Brayleigh. There were plenty of moments where I reconsidered the whole thing, but here I am. Come on, let’s get going.” Carl said while slowly taking out the keys to open up the prison door.
Brayleigh walked over the threshold carefully and held out her cuffed hands to be released.
Carl laughed silently and dismissed her non-verbal request.
“Oh no, I don’t trust you that much yet, the cuffs stay on. Both on your hands and feet in case you get any ideas.” He grabbed hold of her arm and guided her through the darkened hallways filled with cells.
Brayleigh swallowed and obeyed, not daring to do anything else.
They made their way to Block C’s exit and Carl swiped his key card to open the door. Luckily all police staff had access to these cards which is only for exiting the different Blocks. No need for Miss Hollard’s permission to get out at this point. He sighed a breath of relief.
After a few minutes they made it to his office.
Carl gave her a slight push and he closed the door firmly.
“Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable, we have a lot to discuss.” He said gesturing towards the black chairs in front of his desk.
Struggling a bit with the cuffs on her feet, Brayleigh managed to make it to the chair and with the help of detective Murphy, sat down quickly.
Carl walked over to his office chair and made himself comfortable.
“Right, let us go back to the beginning. During your first interview with me, you claimed someone else was responsible for the murders of fifteen victims. However, not just that, you claimed the person who is the murderer is related to you, your sister Brona Connor. Am I correct?” He asked, getting out a notepad and pen.
“Yes, that is correct, I think I know who would do something like this. Why, I am not sure.” Brayleigh responded with quivering evident in her voice.
“Okay, you claim your sister is the one who did all this. My question however, is why would she frame her own flesh and blood? Did she have reason to throw you to the wolves like that?” Carl said while writing quickly.
Brayleigh looked down for a moment before answering, “I don’t think this was deliberate, Carl. I believe it happened by accident. We’re twins, this isn’t the first time people confused the two us. This is just an extreme situation and exception.”
“Wait a minute, so you believe the real killer, who is still out there, didn’t conveniently blame someone else who just so happens to have the same DNA in order to get away? It seems too good to be true.” Carl leaned forward as he tried to take everything in what Brayleigh said.
She trembled as she continued her story.
“Carl, my sister…she…um…” He could see it was really hard for her to talk about this topic but he tried pressure her a bit more.
“Brayleigh, I can see this is really hard, but you have to give me as much detail as possible. In order for me to prove your innocence, we have to figure out who is the real killer. If your sister is responsible, she is still out there, doing and planning who knows what. How was your relationship with her?” Carl asked, sympathy evident in his voice and eyes.
She sighed heavily and nodded.
“The thing is, my sister and I were never really close. We grew up together, but eventually she became estranged to me. I forgot about her completely. Maybe…that’s why she is what she is today. It could be all my fault. I was never there for her, especially after we ended up in that fucking orphanage. She got adopted before I did. After that I never heard or seen a single trace of her.”
Very strange indeed, Carl thought.
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The Silver Lining - A Brayleigh Connor Story
Bí ẩn / Giật gânA young and hopeful forensic therapist, Brayleigh Connor, is convicted for a gruesome murder that she claims she didn't commit, however, all evidence is against her. Is she playing a game of deception or is she telling the truth?
