Wrong love

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8 years ago.

I climb the stairs of the dormitory where I was going to spend the next year of college and after looking carefully at the crowd of students in the corridor I make my way to my room, the last one on this landing. I was going to have a roommate, from what I was informed, which was good for me, that's because I didn't like crowds and although until now I lived in a dormitory, at the school I attended in Switzerland, it was strange to return to America after so many years, but I wanted to be close to home, and this college was what I wanted. I reach out to open the door of the room when I hear a long sigh and some small screams and some swearing, it wasn't anything loud, I don't think they could be heard if you weren't near the door, so it probably wasn't anything serious, so without thinking I take out the key and I open the door but remain blocked by what I saw in front of me. On one of the beds in the room, there was only a huge room, which served as our bedroom, there was a naked girl, with her legs apart, her eyes were closed and she had a pair of black headphones on her ears. He let out muffled moans while her hands touched his labia, rubbing them, masturbating. I close the door behind me, making sure that no one behind me saw this scene and then I turn in shock to the girl who continues to give herself pleasure while I was stuck, as if glued to the floor. I swallow hard when he starts to penetrate with one finger, then two and then three, feeling how a heat starts to cover my body, and between my legs it starts to get wet.

"What the hell." I hear the scream of the girl, who had just opened her eyes, looking at me in shock while her fingers were still in her, as if not realizing what she was doing, for a few moments, which seemed very long to me. "Mom why the hell are you staring at me." she screams then gets up from the bed and pulls a blanket over her, covering herself.

"Sorry." I say and try to make my brain work again, because all I was saying was the word sorry.

"Weird." she shouted at me then ran towards the door at the back of the room, which I assume was the bathroom we were going to share.

Without thinking, I take the bag from the floor, throw it on the bed that would be mine, then leave the room, leaving her alone.

Back to the present.

The door of the interrogation room at the police station in the city, a room so cold that I felt that the wet clothes on me would freeze as soon as possible, through which a lady detective entered, holding a blanket and a cup of tea, the steam coming out of the cup that he placed in front of me, while the smell of plants took over my lungs.

"My name is Detective Chavez, I am in charge of the investigation of the murder of Sara Toner and the unborn child," he says, sitting down in front of me. "We apologize for not bringing you a blanket until now, even though you are wet, but we couldn't find one."

"It's no problem," I say and take a sip of the hot tea, trying to warm myself up. "Where's my lawyer?"

"He's on his way. I thought until he gets here, let's start discussing your situation."

"I will not discuss anything without my lawyer." I tell her very clearly, even if I wasn't a lawyer and I didn't take any courses, she wasn't an idiot, I knew very clearly that everything I said could be used against me.

"Do you have something to hide, why do you necessarily want the lawyer to be there?"

"I've been arrested haven't I? Well, I suppose I've been arrested for a reason, so why don't we wait for my lawyer to come and then I'll answer any questions you have. Until then, thanks for the tea and blanket." I tell him and after he looks at me for a few moments, he storms out of the room, leaving me alone.