My flight to Atlanta seemed to almost take too long; everything was moving in a painful stillness. My heart was constantly racing at an unbearable rate, and it never seemed to decrease in speed.
The taxi arrived in front of my two-story home, a dull light flickering in the bedroom. My eyes lit up, hope flashing in my eyes. I threw a twenty dollar bill at the taxi driver and dashed inside of my home with my luggage trailing behind me.
"Lailah!" I called, throwing my suitcases on the couch. I searched the entire downstairs for her, finding everything from the kitchen to the living room empty. I approached the staircase and called her once more.
"Lailah!"
"Chres!" I bolted up the stairs as she repeatedly called my name. I noticed her voice was coming from the bedroom, and I burst through the door, my eyes filled with tears.
Lailah's body lye in our bed, severed and covered in blood. My mouth hung agape, as I lunged at her body. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I rocked her slowly in my arms. Her hair and clothes were covered in blood, and her body was covered in bruises and cuts. I looked beside her and saw a note om the bedside table.
My lover's dead and now so is yours.
Anger flowed through my veins as I stood from the bed. Jacob did this to her, and he's going to fucking pay. I descending down the stairs and swung open the front doors, being met with the police.
"Chresanto August?" I nodded as the cop announced my name. I nodded as he pulled out handcuffs and cuffed them around my wrists.
"You are under arrest for the murder of Lailah Warren-August." My eyes widened to sizes of saucers as policemen filed in the house, searching for Lailah's body. The officer who had arrested me, placed me in the back seat of the squad and drove me down to the Atlanta Police Station.
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"I already told you sir, I was out of town when my wife was murdered. I was in Los Angeles, California, South Central to be exact. I stayed with my family, who can be contacted as witnesses for my precense."
"Why were you in such a rush to get home, by the looks of your luggage it seems like you were scheduled to stay out in California longer than you actually stayed." The detective questioned.
"I was contacted by a derranged patient of mine, threatening my wife's safety. I rushed back to save her! This patient, Jacob Emmanuel Perez, has been threatening me! He impersonated being a patient of mine to obtain personal information from me! He killed my wife! Check my cellphone, he contacted me himself on several occasions! I didn't kill my wife! I swear!" I broke down in tears.
"No further questions." The detective left me alone in the interrogation room. Two officers came to collect me and placed me in a holding cell.
"A lawyer has offered to take your case, and will discuss the plans for your trial with you."
I hung my head down as footsteps echoed off of the cell walls and sat in the chair in front of me.
"Chresanto." An all too familiar voice boomed. I looked up and was met with Lailah's father; his dark eyes staring into mine.
"I know you didn't kill my daughter, your wife, and I'm here to find out who did. I cannot do this without your help, we need to clear your name and give my daughter the justice she so awfully deserves. All I need is a name and a description."
"His mother loves in California, Teresa Perez. Jacob is his name. Dark, curly hair, brown eyes, around 5'11. Light caramelized skin, and his hairstyles vary, a way to hide his idenity."
He stood to his feet and proceeded to the door.
"Bring him down, Wayne." I growled.
