Sentenced

Chapter 1: Branded

A sentence given buy those in power can kill an innocent soul.

Collapsed on the floor, dead in my arms, from that day fourth I was branded a murderer. Fingers continuously pointed, cameras constantly flashed. I slowly started to believe, maybe I did kill my father.
Locked behind bars; I am a suspect for murder.
"Did you serve him the poison yourself or did your have an accomplice?"
"Who's your supplier?, why'd you do it?" All questions the police have repeatedly asked, but I have no answer to.
I begged them to look again, "find another suspect, It wasn't me, I'm only 25, I love my father".
"We already questioned other suspects and they were released."
I am from a rich family is anyone here to help me,
"where's my lawyer" I demanded.
Then finally my love had arrived.
"Due to lack of evidence provided, it is illegal to keep my client under custody".
My best friend, my boyfriend; Sebastian. 3 years of law school and our 4 year relationship. Our love is unbreakable.
"Your free to go" said the police officer.
Finally I was free but I knew this fight wasn't over.
As I exited the spine tingling gates of the cell, the sergeant in charge whispered in my ear "you'll be back soon", it sent chills down my spine.
With Sebastian in my arms, and my freedom given back I knew, I have to find the killer; who poisoned my dad? And why? Both questions they police wanted to know and so did I. 

THE FOLLOWING DAY

"Come on Monica, we can't be late, your fathers funeral is soon."
"I'll be there, don't worry Sebastian, go ahead without me."
I have to be strong for both my mother and I; after all I am the only child and whats even worse, is that my father left a cold impression on many, even after his death. But in truth he was a truly warm soul. To others he was a cold hearted millionaire but to me he was just my father.
I needed to face reality my father was murdered and I was and still am accused for his death. It is hard but I have to put up a front. My dad always taught me not to cry in front of others and if need, money can always solve the problem. But he was wrong, I think this time money got my father killed.

A tear did not drip down my face, only anger and sadness welled up inside me, as I watched my father slowly brought down into the ground. Prayers were said and no words were exchanged.
After the funeral all guest went home, not one stayed behind, they mourned and left with their fake condolences, they were all drawn by the smell of money. What was left was my fathers inheritance, which went to my mother. We all left the cemetery and headed home, Sebastian insisted on coming home with me to keep me company, but in truth I needed his comfort. Suddenly I had an outburst; I had to find the perpetrator, there has to be a lead. Maybe Sebastian could help me, since he knows the inside workings of the law.
"Sebastian, I need help, I need a lead, I need something."
He sat me down on the couch of my empty mansion. Caressed my face and warmly told me
"you have to move on, you can't keep thinking about this."
"Have to move on!?" "I can't keep thinking about this!" "My father just died and the murderer is still out there, what do you mean mov.." Just before I could finish, his lips pressed against mine, a selfish yet bittersweet kiss.

Thank you for reading! Please feel free to leave any comments! ^_^