A/N: hey everyone, yes its a new story. This is quite similar to That Night, lots of suspense!. it may make abit more sense if you read That Night first. I know its not very long but i didnt have a lot of time to write it. Happy reading. :) xx
The naked bulb swung from the damp, grimy ceiling, emitting a tiny amount of light. I couldn't even see the corners of the room. They looked like black holes, waiting, ready to swallow me up. The ticking of the clock rang in my ears. Every second was a moment closer. Sweat trickled down my forehead, taunting me with its slow journey. I couldn't wipe it away so I gripped my hands together to stop them from shaking.
The heavy metal door slowly creaked open and my head shot up, knowing my time was up. They walked in the room, swiftly, silently glaring at me through their cold, hard masks. My stomach clenched with fear. This was it.
I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. The flick of a switch echoed around the silent room making me jump. Then I heard his voice.
"Interview commenced at 16:00 hours."
I opened my eyes and saw his bright blue ones boring into mine. They were the same colour as hers.
"Mr Brown, do you know why you are here?"
I shook my head, hoping that if I played innocent, they wouldn't be too hard on me; that they wouldn't get violent. They looked at each other and then back at me. My panic was rising. One of them threw a file on the table.
"Open it!" he barked. My hands were trembling violently and the metal handcuffs were eating into my skin. I fumbled with the file for a moment before finally opening it. Images spilled all over the table and I couldn't stop the sob that escaped my lips.
Her dark hair was stained with the red liquid that was dribbling from her chest; a shiny tribal knife protruding from it. What had I done?
"Do you know this woman?" came his voice from behind me, a whisper in my ear. I didn't pretend anymore. My head fell forewords into my hands as I nodded, sobbing uncontrollably.
"She's my wife." I sobbed. Clara, what have I done to you?
"You have a daughter?" It came out as a question, not a statement
"Yes, Stacey." I mumbled, my eyes brimming with new tears as to what they would do with my girl. It's my fault. I should never have testified against him. If I hadn't then my daughter would be safe and my wife would be alive. I would do whatever it takes to make my girl safe. I would be responsible for her death as well.
I took a deep breath to steady myself. "I killed my wife." I said, clearly and with conviction. I almost believed it myself. "She was having an affair" I continued, making it up as I went along, "I had been suspicious for weeks. When I confronted her, she admitted it. I saw red, grabbed the knife and stabbed her."
The two officers glanced at each other. My heart was pounding out of my chest. They had to believe me.
Without a word, they both stood up and left the room. The slamming of the door making me jump.
I rested my head in my hands and prayed that I would go down then Stacey would be safe.
The sun was beginning to set, increasing the threatening shadows. Tomorrow would be the start of a new day, and my life would be coming to an end.
A/N: Soooo how was it. Read and review as usual. Dont forget to take a look at my main story Rise. Not enough people are reviewing it!. Love bb067.