Madhouse.

Chapter 1

*Liam's P.O.V.*

"Hello, I'm detective Payne. I will be asking you a few questions and I want you to answer them with the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." I said, sitting at a table across from my suspect.

My name is Liam Payne, I'm a detective, I work with criminals who commit serious crimes; such as rape, murder, child molestation, things of that sort. Right now, I'm trying to get information from our newest suspect. Scarlett Rose, 26 years of age, and 5 foot 6. This woman was accused of murdering her husband after discovering he had committed adultery.

She had her feet kicked up on the table, slouched back in her chair, her black 2 inch heels resting on the wood, showing off her stockings. She placed her long, red cigarette holder between her piercing red lips and took a long drag of the cigarette. Her right hand held the cigarette as her left hand rested on the table, her long red talons clicking in a rhythm. She blew the smoke out of her lips and laughed a light laugh through her closed mouth.

"Something funny, ma'am?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"No, nothing at all."

She had a soothing English accent, it sounded very proper and posh.

Her clothes clued at her being very rich; she was clad in a knee length red flapper dress. A long necklace adorned her neck, along with a diamond bracelet on her right arm and matching earrings.

"Then why were you just laughing?"

She smiled, took a puff of her cigarette, and blew it in the air.

"Oh no reason, you're just cute."

I cocked an eyebrow up.

"Ma'am I'm not here for you to tell me how 'cute' I am. I'm here to get information about your case."

"Well then do so, don't just sit there and waste my time."

I sat back in my chair and eyed her. She toyed with the diamond flapper headband on her hair, a black bob. She glared at me with her green eyes and smirked.

"Having fun there?" She asked.

I looked at her questioningly.

"You're staring at me."

I glanced down out of embarrassment and looked back up.

"Lets just get on with this, shall we?" I asked.

She nodded.

"So," I looked at her papers. "I see here you're accused of murdering your husband on the twelfth of December, the year nineteen-twenty three"

She just looked up at me through her impossibly long eyelashes.

A long pause lingered in the room.

"I can't get answers from you unless you actually speak. The sooner you answer my questions, the sooner you may leave."

She took yet another drag of her cigarette and flicked the ashes on the table.

"What do you need to know?"

"I need to know if you killed your husband."

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. That's your job to find out." She smirked. "I'm not going to let you have an answer that easily, Detective Payne."

I rolled my eyes.

"And why is that, Miss Rose?"

She paused.

"Because."

"Because is not a sufficient answer."

She took a puff of her cigarette, took her legs off the table, and leaned in closely to me, getting right in my face.

She blew smoke in my face and I made a disgusted expression. I'm not too keen on smoking. She smirked at my reaction, leaning back to sit completely in her seat.

"It was a cold, winter day. I was at home alone after a long day of work. I had gotten off early, and I wanted to surprise Robert, my husband. I was cooking his favorite meal, when he walked in the house. He didn't notice I was there and was making out with some random tramp." she spat the last word.

She continued, "He still hadn't noticed I was there and walked upstairs to our room. I grabbed the emergency gun from the cupboard downstairs, and quietly walked upstairs. I got to our room and listened closely through the door. Would you like to know what I heard, Detective Payne?"

I nodded.

She took another drag of her cigarette and smiled, pausing before she continued. "What I heard was moaning. I heard moaning coming from mine and my husbands room. Which meant, Robert was fucking someone other than me. I then heard the random girl he was with moan Roberts name, and guess who that 'random girl' was?"

I waited for her to continue, but got the clue that she actually wanted me to guess.

"Um...I don't know. Who was it?"

She laughed, yet again.

"It was my best friend. Her name is Mary."

She looked down at the table, a hint of sorrow on her face. She smiled a weak smile.

"I then walked in the room, aimed the gun at Mary, and shot her. Simple as that. Then I walked up to Robert, looked at his pretty little sad face, and shot him between his eyes."

She looked up at me and looked me in the eyes. She seemed sad for a second, then a wicked smile grew on her face. She took yet another drag of that damn cigarette.

"So yes, I did in fact shoot my husband." She smiled.

We sat in silence for a few moments before she took her cigarette off of the cigarette holder, burned it out on the table and tossed it to the ground.

She stood, grabbing her feather boa.

"Looks like my time here is up." She smiled, walked toward me and kissed my forehead for longer than I pleased.

"Thank you, Detective Payne." She whispered into my ear seductively, and was escorted out of the room by two officers.

I sat in complete shock. Scarlett is going to be trouble.

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A/N: Hey guys. How was this? I just had an idea and went for it. Tell me how you like it and if you think I should continue. Thanks guys :)

-Trin xx