Murder, He Wrote
Sex, drugs, rock and roll - what could possibly go wrong?
This morning, at exactly 7:06 a.m, Zayn Malik, ex-member of One Direction, was arrested by local police at the Royal Hotel in New York City, NY. Malik is being charged with the involuntary manslaughter of his 20-year-old girlfriend, Chelsea Holly. As of now, no other details have been released and he is currently in custody.
"Alright, buddy, take a seat," a cop said, shoving the 21-year-old into the brown foldable chair on the other side of the table. The young man didn't move a muscle. How could he move when his fragile body was in pain? His soft, black and one-blonde streak hair that was usually styled in a quiff was all over his head, mated and untamed. His beard was scruffy and untouched. The usual glow in his milky, brown eyes was gone, replaced with red, due to last night's party. His face looked dead, unlikely and sad. Sure, he had gotten arrested, it had become a national pastime of his within the last three years, but this time, he knew he wasn't getting bailed out. He was going down.
"So, you know you're not getting out of here, right?" the other cop said, sitting down in front of the boy. This caught the boy's attention, causing him to look up. "Yeah, just from looking at this, I can say you'll be getting, what, 5-10 years? Let's see, if you add on controlled possession of heroin and this isn't your first time...11 ounces of heroin...Class C felony, that's up to 15 years already. So, that totals up to...Mr.Malik, you're looking at a guesstimate of 25 years." Zayn looked up and stared at the cop. He was innocent! He could never hurt Chelsea that bad! Sure, they had their disputes and their scuffles, but he loved her. If convicted, he wouldn't survive! 25 years without his family, 25 years without his friends, 25 years without his daughter (he did the math and figured that she'd be around 29-30 years old by the time he'd get out, probably with a family on her own and no recollection of him), 25 years without the love of his life...
"I didn't do it," Zayn mumbled, rubbing his arms. It hadn't even 5 minutes, and he felt like the withdrawal was coming pretty quickly. He was getting cold, and it would be hotter in a minute.
"What'd you say, boy?" Cop #1 said, leaning over the table. Zayn wanted to shrink in his seat. He was usually uncomfortable around people he didn't know, being really shy as a child, but he had to defend himself, and if there was any time to do it before he would potentially lose any freedom, now was the time.
"I didn't do it, you know. I love her too much, loved her to much, to do anything like that to her. She was my world, my rock, my everything. I can tell you everything that happened., starting from when we first met."
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