Innocence

Enlightenment

🧸D•Y•N•A•S•T•Y 🧸

I weakly banged on the wooden door, "Let me out!" My voice strained.

There was no telling how long I was in this room. My bladder felt heavy, I would pee on myself at any minute. They tied my arm to a metal headboard, but I racked up enough strength to tug it with me to the door.

The room held no windows. It was dark besides the lights that seeped in through the frame of the door. I couldn't sleep in this room, I was working off the two hours of sleep I got prior to this kidnapping mess.

My stomach rumbled, and a sharp pain struck my spine. I grunted. Tyler was crazy. He was wicked enough to kill someone. He aimed right for Kenneth's head and didn't think twice. My brother's body fell before my feet, his blood covered the concrete and touched the tips of my toes, but I still didn't feel sympathy for him. I hope that didn't make me heartless like Tyler.

Shadows of feet appeared under the door. The locks turned, and it creaked open.

The door hit the bed, "What the fuck?" A man huffed. He forced it open, causing more light to shine in.

I squinted and put my hand over my eyebrows; I tried to make out the tall figure that stood in front of me, "Damn it smell like you been in here for weeks."

I loftily blinked my eyes, "There's no restroom in here." I put my hand down.

"Yes, there is." -The man pulled a string that hung from the ceiling- "See it's a tin can right there!" He pointed.

I closed my eyes tightly and looked, "You really expect me to use that?" I scrunched my face.

He cheesed, "If you don't want to smell like piss... Yes." He threw clothes at my face. "Clean yoself up." With that, he left.

I huffed, at least he left the light on. I used the bed to help me stand to my feet. The room wobbled, and I fell flat on my ass. Tyler burst into the room and threw a book at me.

"What d'you do that for?" I glanced at the book he'd thrown and realized it was my diary from elementary.

He picked up the tin can, "You love her... You don't love me!"

"What?"

It was too early for me to say I loved him, anyway. We weren't talking for that long. He paced in circles with the can still in his hands, mumbling.

"Could you put the can down? You look... Physco."

He stopped in his tracks, "Me? Physcho?" -He tilted his head- "You want to see crazy, I'll show you crazy."

The can barrelled towards me.

Lights out.

🌹M•O•A•N•I🌹

The detective left, and I was alone once again. I couldn't process the events that happened. They must've thought Dynasty was the killer, but no matter how cruel Dynasty could be, that girl wouldn't hurt anyone. I sunk into the seat. I made it worse, I would be the reason she'd end up in prison.

I waited impatiently for an officer to come in and uncuff me. My shoulders were throbbing, and my arms were frozen. This room didn't make my feelings of betrayal any better. The floors sunk with every second that went by. 

Another lady rushed in and I sighed in relief, "Can you get an officer to uncuff me now?"

She raised an eyebrow, "Sweetie, we haven't started the interrogation process. I apologize for the wait." She sat and put down her binder.

She showed her badge and I.D, "I'm detective Sheryl, it's nice to meet you Moani. I just have a couple questions for you."

"I don't understand. Who was the lady in here before you?"

She looked at me as if I was crazy, "What are you talking about, sweetheart? No one has access to these rooms but me and the sherif." She organized sheets of paper on the table.

I pierced my lips shut. I knew I wasn't hallucinating. That woman was in here. I'm not crazy.

"We have evidence that reveals the day of Kenneth Cole's murder you associated with his sister, Dynasty."-She clicked her pen- "On the day of Kenneth's murder Monday, October 5th at exactly 5:32, where were you?"

I looked at the ceiling, "I was at home, sleeping."

She wrote on a notecard and highlighted it, "According to these texts found on Dynasty Cole's phone, you were to meet with her at Sienna Park at approximately 10:30p.m." She slid images towards me. "Did you and Dynasty Cole meet up?"

She wrote on a notecard and highlighted it, "According to these texts found on Dynasty Cole's phone, you were to meet with her at Sienna Park at approximately 10:30p.m." She slid images towards me. "Did you and Dynasty Cole meet up?"

I closed my eyes tightly. Tell the truth, Moani. That's the best thing you can do.

My eyes watered, "I went to the park, but I was an hour late." I sniffled. "She wasn't there."

"Did she contact you prior to tell you she couldn't wait longer?"

"No, she didn't... If I showed up on time she wouldn't be missing!" I cried. "It's my fault. She trusted me, and I let her down!" Tears streamed down my face like a rushing lake.

"Calm down, Ms.Moani. You don't know that. We don't know when she went missing. Don't beat yourself up about it. K? "

I nodded my head. I wanted to wipe nose badly. I knew my tear-stained face made me look like a 4-year-old who just threw a tantrum. She rushed out the room and came back with an officer to uncuff me. I shook my arms, feeling the blood pulse through them.

She passed me a tissue box, "Moani that was all the information I needed for today. This man will guide you to the waiting room where your mother is waiting."