𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘

P R O L O G U E

Saturday April 14th, 9:56am .
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Silence lingered in the air, the rainy clouds hovered over the empty police station.
People running back in fourth out the buildings besides it, every minute a new face appeared. Each face held identical expressions. Depressive and gloomy.

"I mean, I guess since it's a police station , no one would ever want to come here for something good."  I sighed looking out the window. I propped my elbow on the chair and leaned my head onto my hand and closed my eyes .  Nothing but the same shit every time . The endless karmic cycle almost amused me how repetitive this was. His little chase.

"Drip ,Drop ,Drip ,Drop "

With every tap of rain against the window , it echoed throughout the building. The trees swayed back and forth with the wind . My fingers laced over the engraved letter on my bag, as I watched the trees sway in a harmonious motion.
" A & A " The initials engraved on my purse reminded me of him. I hated him wit everything I had but my body yearned for him and his touch . The most thing I hated . Wanting something that wasn't for me .
A cold pain coursed through my stomach making my heart drop and shatter at the pit of my stomach.

" Why did I take this bag out of all of the ones I have at home??? " 

" Drip, Drop ,Drip ,Drop "  

I sat in the small gray chair facing out the window, somehow this weather went perfectly with my mood, ironic how things work. Time passed and no one came out the empty offices . With every passing second my anxiety grew and my foot quickened the pace.

" Armani Valencia , please come with me. We have business to attend , follow this way. " a tall man in a gray suit motioned to follow, I looked up and took a deep breath before I could stand up he disappeared , he faded into the room across the hallway. I attempted to stand up but legs on the other hand disagreed and stayed put , moving them was like lifting a heavy rock . I gripped the chairs arm and took a deep breath again.

"Just breathe nothing will happen you're alright cara mia" 

his rich velvet voice echoed through my mind , his every word laced with soft slickly bold words. The way his words danced around my head made me go dizzy and in a trance remembering everything .
The worse part was knowing how unrealistic the images in my head were.

I trailed behind the tall man into a gray lifeless room. As I entered the room the smell of rusty metal assaulted my nose , making me scrunch up my nose . Smells like death .
He pulled out the grey cold chair for me and sat across from me . He look at his wrist and sighed.
"So let's cut to the chase , you know why you're here." He pulled out a semi thick portfolio from underneath the desk and slid it my way.  I looked at it and saw the mugshot of him . Handsome son of a bitch no matter what he always looked like sex on legs, even in mugshots.

He wore the Armani suit I bought him for his birthday in the picture . Moonlight grey . But it was covered in tiny splotches of blood on the white shirt  underneath and had an unbuttoned collar with messy hair like if he got into a fight prior to the photo. Typical him.

"No I don't know why I'm here I don't have anything to do with him" I scoffed looking at the dim room .  My eyes scanned around Two windows facing a brick wall . One door. One exit.

"I don't play games Mia nor do I want to . If you give us information about your husband , we'll consider taking time off your sentence for helping with the case" he spat. The way husband rolled off his tongue made me flinch reminding me I was his property. He knew it was gonna take forever before I ever gave information about him. I hated him for putting me in these situations but I wasn't a snitch...