(#1 In The Acceptatio Series)
"What happened to mom and dad?" I asked lowly.
"Kenneth, you have no need to worry. Just go ahead and play with your friends,"
I was getting upset by not knowing the truth. "But I want to know!"
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Kenneth Knowles does n...
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Kenneth
I opened my eyes, meeting with lights that brightens the room even more. I could not even sleep nor rest in this small cell, why do they even keep me in here?
It was eight in the morning in Italy and still I have not seen Christian nor his team here. I was starting to get worried that they left me here to wait all alone. Or maybe they just make the decision that I was in fact guilty, and they just left me here without me knowing it. No... that would be a stupid thing to do for someone who was working to bring justice.
Out of the blue, I spotted the blue-eyed man, coming in with his friend, Rafael. They brought in a file with them, a brown file. I stare at both of them as they approach me. I wish this would be something that could open their eyes that I was not the killer.
Christian opened the cell, then brings me to sit with the two of them at a table. My hand were still cuffed and it was starting to get really uncomfortable at my wrist.
"We have some pictures taken from your house-,"
"Aunt Susan's house... I don't have a house," I cut in on Rafael's words, he looked at me with a surprised look then glance towards Christian. "I see why you chose him," He muttered, then began to take the papers in the file. Chose me? What did he mean by that? Why would Christian chose me?
Christian bite the inside of his mouth, looking at his friend. "Shut up Rafael, just get on with this," He commanded his friend to hurry up and show us the pictures that they got from back home. Christian already told me that he trusted me, that I did not do it. But his friends were not, if anything... these pictures that they got is what could get me clean from this accusation. We were running out of time because of this. Origin could be here any minute soon to take this necklace from me.
"Alright... alright," He nodded to Christian then began putting every picture on the table. I lean forward to the table, seeing every shot that has been taken from the house.
"If you see something that could prove us that you didn't kill your aunt, then we're done," He said those words with so much ease to it. Does he know not that I was at stake here?
I continue to look at the pictures, every single one I scanned with all of my attention to find something, anything. Everything looks the same except one. Aunt Susan's body.
"Wait... this is not Aunt Susan... this isn't her!" I pointed at the picture with both of my hands still cuffed. Christian then took the picture, inspecting the image of the unknown woman.
Rafael sighed. "Are you sure, Kenneth? You can't just unrecognized your aunt," He spoke, denying my allegations towards the woman who does not even look close to Aunt Susan. I was getting mad at the man. But somehow, being mad was not the solution, I needed to be my mom in this case, not my dad even sometimes his ways are easier.
