My Tragic Happy Ending

Chapter VII: Queries of Justice

Cedric was interrogated first and while he was on the dark room, other polices came with Stephanie, hand cuffed and was trying to let go of herself.

"Let go of me you idiots! How can I murder her if I don't even have the chance to come close to her at the party? I left early. I have my proof! I have receipts here to prove my innocence. Let go of me!" she explained with much irritation on their closed ears.

A police dragged her to a wooden seat and said, "Just shut up and explain later."

I don't know what happened on Cedric's and Stephanie's interrogation.

Whatever it may be, it will still be the same. I will say the same thing.

Upon sitting on the wooden seat at the middle of the room, the police sitting opposite me asked, "Who are you? State your name and you background on this case?"

I lift my head and look straight to his eyes. "I'm Albert Villarico."

I paused and think on how to start on introducing myself more.

"Cedric, Steph, and Carol, we are all friends since childhood. Our parents founded a company and from there, we became acquaintances."

I search for a way how to word it. How close we grew together.

"We studied on the same school from preparatory to college. That's how tightly bonded we are. We are almost a family of different surnames."

He came closer and asked, "If that would be the case, how this murder came to be?"

I'm quiet stuck and my eyes lost the only little glow they have retained.

"It became tragic when our parents died."

I paused and all the grief from the past came back to me; much painful than ever.

"You said 'our'?" he said in a low tone.

I sighed a deep one and answered, "Yes. Steph's and ours."

"Still 'ours'?" he asked me once more.

I leaned back and explained, "We are two. Myrtle, my younger sister and I."

He did the same and crossed his arms in front of him.

"Then she might be a suspect too."

"No."

I answered quickly and loudly.

"I'm sorry but that can't be. She's just seven."

He nod and proceed.

"How about your intention on the victim? Cedric said that you want her."

"So rude of you officer."

I paused and I smiled to show that I'm just kidding and to lighten the conversation.

"Seriously, it's true. I wanted her since we were young. Puppy love they say. Perhaps they may be right but if you only knew her, you'll understand me. You must believe in fairytales if you are to believe in her existence."

He smiled at me for the first time and said, "So you believe in fairytales?"

"Of course..." I paused and I saw that very expected expression on his face, a reply that he tried hard to keep.