Chapter 12 - Meaning business

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Zoe woke up and looked around her; she had no idea where she was. She jumped up quickly, still a little paranoid from how she had been feeling earlier that day. She went to open the bedroom door but couldn't it was locked. She rattled and rattled the door handle shaking the door hard which made Marcel and Austin rush up the stairs.

Austin unlocked the door, he looked at her and she stood there staring at him. " how did I get here, what is happening?" She said she felt very disorientated.

Austin looked at her with a deep sincerity. "I've asked one of my doctors to come and see you, I don't know if you remember but when I got to yo place you were freaking out all over... asking me to help you, and if I am going to help you... Then I need to understand what is going on with you first, because this is way deeper than someone with OCD"

 Then I need to understand what is going on with you first, because this is way deeper than someone with OCD"

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Zoe shook her head. "I don't know, I always feel better when I don't take my meds...I see clearly, I understand better and I don't feel as anxious... The medication makes me feel fuzzy and brain fog so clouded, I don't want them!" She said to them. "Dana always makes me take them even though I've tried to explain to her how much better I feel without them... She came around earlier today trying to make me take them, telling me that I wasn't helping myself and that she couldn't trust me... I don't need those pills, but she keeps forcing them on me... I threw them away today, right in front of her face and she didn't like it... She got really angry and hit me... she does get like that from time to time especially if things don't go her way." She explained to both Austin and Marcel.

"Okay, I know that you've been through a lot of stuff with whatever happened to your parents... But I want to get a second opinion on yo diagnosis, if that's what you want?" Austin asked her.

She nodded. "Dr fields, the one that is fucking her." She said so brazenly that it made Marcel chuckle. "she was the one that found him, and she keeps me going back there, so that she can fuck him... Nothing ever changes for me. I just generally get my medication dosage upped."

Austin glanced at Marcel and then back to Zoe. "We'll get you a second opinion... And I'm sorry...

Zoe looked at him and furrowed her brow. " why are you sorry?" She asked him.

"because I didn't really understand what was going on here, but now I think I do and if I was short tempered with you and not patient then I apologise." He told her.

Marcel stood to the side and glanced at his brother a grin spreading over his face which Austin did his best to ignore. "In all my days, I don't think that I've ever heard you apologise to any motherfucker!."

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Dana rushed into the house holding her face in horror and shock, a police officer trying to hold her back not wanting her to see what was in front of them. It had just been revealed to her that something had happened to her husband. A female officer had tracked her down via Jeremy's cellphone to her friends place. "Oh my God no... Who would've done this and why?" She said crying those crocodile tears. She covered her face and squeezed out the tears to run down her hands. The female officer hugged her and let her cry on her shoulder.

"Mrs Donald, I am very sorry for what has happened here today we are going to need to ask you some questions so that we can ascertain what happened in the last moments of his life... are you up to it?" A detective asked her.

She nodded. "Yes Okay... I want you to catch whichever bastard did this!!." She said angrily through her snivelling.

After Jeremy's body had been cleared from the house the detective sat down with Dana in the lounge

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After Jeremy's body had been cleared from the house the detective sat down with Dana in the lounge. "We found this at the scene, this is more than likely the murder weapon." He told her. As he held the clear see-through bag up towards her.

Dana gave way to yet more tears and she covered her mouth with the tissue that the female officer had given earlier. "Oh god.. who would do this.. he is such a good man..

" so you don't know of anyone who has got a vendetta against him, anyone who is angry with him for any reason whatsoever?" He asked her. Dana shook her head.

"No one.. he was perfect.. my perfect husband.. we were so happy together.. we were talking about a family.. oh god." She broke down again with those false tears. "I know that he argued a lot with my sister...

"Really? Why did he argue with your sister?" He asked.

"It was nothing really, they used to date before me and Jeremy got together... He chose me over her and she was always quite bitter about it, she is a sufferer of OCD... Obsessive compulsive disorder" she said explaining it to him. " she has a tendency to suffer with paranoia... And he used to come to me to talk to me because he couldn't handle her and that situation... We fell in love as I tried to help him through it, we just fell in love with each other."

The detective looked at the second detective who was also listening. "Where we can find this sister of yours.. just so that we can talk to her and rule her out of our investigation.?"

"She has an apartment here." She wrote down the address for them and handed them slips of paper. "She wouldn't be capable of this though."

"Like I said, we can talk to her and if all is good we can rule her out."
Dana nodded as the officers left. She had already told them that she would stay at her friend's place because she didn't want to be in the house that her husband had just been murdered in. So as they left so did she.

She got in Jeremy's car and smiled to herself. She knew that it wouldn't be long until Zoe opened up to the fact that that letter opener was hers even innocently because she knew how she thought about things.

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