Phases Eight

Phase 26 Confessions

The Caucasian middle aged detective, a woman with instincts as sharp as her glare and contours radiating a demon from the deepest pit of hell, didn't scare Amelia in the least ways possible. She was rather pissed to have spent half a day being investigated. Amy winced, for the wires attached around her body from the lie detector caused suffocation.

The sound of a coffee cup curtly being placed on the table before her was the detective's cue to continue their monotonous investigation. As if a cup of beverage with the positive signs of caffeine would invoke her explicit memories, the hopeless woman brought Amelia an expensive cup of frappuccino for the third time.

"Why did you go there yesterday evening?" she repeated like a broken record. Even a broken record could be stopped, but the detective's set of identical questions were perpetual.

Amelia gritted her teeth. She glanced from the cup of coffee to the detective's face and considered the idea of splashing it on her face. The investigation room was sound proof, so no screams would be heard beyond the four walls except to the officer who surveyed the scene from the other side of the room through the glass in between.

Though all conditions were favorable in her direction, she was held back by Ethan's words.

Don't fuck up in this investigation. It is a major rope to pull you free of any charges. Make your answers blunt and avoid lying in any circumstances. They have a lie detector so you can't know when they'll catch you red handed.

Amelia had been vigilant on the mannerisms of the people around her from the beginning. They were not the ones to blame for they hadn't excelled in human psychology like she did. She could very clearly see the detective before her communicating with the one on the other side, which they failed to notice.

With her usual irritating nonchalance, she wrapped her third cup of frappuccino. "Helen Roberts, have I got it right?" Amelia's eyes held the glint of pride over her memory.

"Uh?" Helen was out of words in astonishment, "Ah.. Yeah, you've indeed got it right. But how did you know my name?" She was shocked to the spine by the way Amelia uttered her name.

"We've met before, if my memory serves me right." Amelia stirred the frappuccino, instantly manipulating the time that took her opponent to begin a strife.

"Let it be true, but that's not important for us now. All you have to do is answer my questions. Why did you go there yesterday evening?" Helen banged on the table demanding for the truth. She had been checking with the lie detector to get hold of Amelia with one of her lies, but to her annoyance Amelia had been not speaking anything except the truth.

You speak only truth? Oh boy, you are strange.

"A repeated lie could become a truth, but unfortunately a repeated truth remains nothing other than the truth itself. That evening I went to meet Luciana because she was my friend and I didn't meet her in a long time. I reached her apartment around seven, but I didn't get to see her because some bastard made me black out. After that when I woke up, I was.." Amelia bit the insides of her cheek to force out the words blocking her throat.

Helen saw Amelia's face reddening in fear. It wasn't a fear of getting caught. She was scared of replaying the horrendous scene in her head while cooperating with the investigation. The detective understood it was time to stop.

She gave a slight squeeze to Amelia's hand. "Believe me. Say it once and I'll let you walk out of these doors. I'll close the enquiry once you tell everything."

Amelia snorted. "Hmph..Fake promises. You know there are lot of devious methods to get the truth out of an accused, but never ever try to gain their trust. You promised the same ten years back, but you never fulfilled your promise. So please, stop with your drama. As a grown up I do know that closing the investigation is not within your jurisdiction."