Raine Aksenov
Paris Police Department: Questioning Ward
Klavier has his arm around me the whole time we were walking out of the room. He was spitting out comforting words at me, but I was so distracted by the words I left for Saccharide. The face he showed me devastates my morals; if I had no self-control, I would've tossed myself unto him and hug him for the rest of the day. I could still feel the warmth he left when he hugged him; the tears on my shirt are still damp, and his manly smell is all over me.
I suspected that was the reason why this boy beside me was so clingy...
We stopped in front of a large glass panel, and it snapped me out of my thoughts.
"You're doing the right thing, Raine," I heard Sir Broshe before feeling his hand on my shoulder. Ever since I started seeing Attorney Ameurfina, she made me realize that he was one of the suspects. I couldn't stop cringing whenever I see him or when he tried to comfort me.
"Sure..." I smiled and scooted closer to Klavier, so Sir Edward's fingers will slip off my shoulders. Feeling those chills won't help me answer the upcoming queries.
"I'm here to get your responses to some questions. Please enter first, Ms. Aksenov," Prosecutor Marshall opened the door for me, and I obediently stepped in, only to feel a whole different ambiance.
"I'm afraid Mr. Easton will not be able to join us... He was out of sorts for the moment," he added, which made Klavier and Racquel sigh.
"He wasted himself to get drunk last night and hooked up with five different women," scoffed Edward Broshe, gathering weird stares from us.
Klavier cleared his throat before asking softly, hiding his faint blush with his hands, "All at once?"
Sir Edward Broshe looked down at his phone and read, "According to his poorly written drunk text, 'Once with all'..."
"Oh my..." Racquel drooled by just thinking messed up scenarios inside her head. She just got back from a luxurious vacation to ease her mind, and the happenings are already poisoning her mind.
The Prosecutor motioned me to enter fully before rolling his eyes at the blushing mess outside, "Just enter, dear..." he looked at them and reminded them, "Please wait until our session is done..."
Then the door closed.
While Prosecutor Marshall was preparing for the questions, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what Attorney Ameurfina lectured us for the past week as I stabilized my breathing.
A lot of things happened within a week.
I got back to school.
I expected everyone to hate her, but suspiciously, They praised me for keeping up with Saccharide's tortures.
We continued rehearsing for the spring play even though spring end was just around the corner.
Klavier took Saccharide's role, and he has only a few weeks to act as a leading man.
While I kept going on about my everyday life inside the school— Aquilla, Dione, and Phoenix helped with Attorney Ameurfina's investigation.
They discovered a lot of things.
It caused me to hate people that I wasn't supposed to be hating.
Attorney Ameurfina was right.
The moment she came back from the restroom with Aquilla— she started to unravel things like no one's business.
She wasted no time in finding the truth. But with that, I was forced to waste more tears.
xXx
Paris, France: Bar Haven
Our first day of unwrapping things up and the bar provided more security than I expected. The four of us spent the whole day discussing Saccharide's case— well, matters...
"Witnessing against him will bring our truth to the other side," said Attorney Ameurfina seriously, keeping a stern gaze to cross her message telepathically to me, which I understood.
"As I go along with the questions. The real suspect—" she paused to look away, "Edward Broshe will be convicted..."
Calmly, I stated my disagreement with the idea, "What if he's not the main suspect? What if the real criminal was just controlling him as a puppet?"
"The objective is to find a suspect. Not THE suspect," Dione rolled his eyes before taking a massive bite from the omelet I cooked for them. It took him a while to admit that I emulated his recipe perfectly, but his vast munches gave his pride away.
"He is the closest. In every investigation, we have to base it on something... In this case— Someone," she said the statement expertly, which caught me off guard.
I held my head low, only to be m surprised by Dione raising my head using his middle finger, "Don't look like a helpless puppy now!" he scolded me before chuckling, "As I said, he is part of the crimes... He's the one who burned your garden..."
"...yeah, Raine. I don't want to say he's right, but he is..." Aquilla smiled comfortably, which made my lips slightly curl upwards.
"Edward Broshe is indeed the closest... Or you rather have the blondie and the jester in place? That will be better. Is that what you want?" Phoenix asked before Raine averted her gaze, automatically answering him, "I'm sorry I cannot reveal the real suspect. I still have my loyalty towards the General," he ended.
Raine smiled sadly, straightening her face afterward, "You're right. I must learn from all of you..."
"Glad that's all settled," said Attorney Ameurfina, "But the first thing we need to tackle is the last case where you are concerned," she pointed her sign pen to me, which left me wide-eyed.
"The Domestic Violence Case..."
xXx
Paris Police Department: Questioning Ward
The ticking of the clock and the continuous moaning of the air-conditioner seem to set-up a hypnotic trance. I kept my eyes locked on Prosecutor Marshall Lux as he tried to read my emotions and body language first. I kept still as hard I can; even my fingers were itching to fiddle or ruffle the hem of my shirt.
After a dire minute or two, he looked down and wrote some details while slowly letting out my breath, making sure he didn't hear or suspect anything.
"How long has he been hurting you?"
It started.
"2 years..." I answered with a straight face.
"Does he sexually abuse you?"
"We kissed, we lick each other—" my cheeks blasted with heat when I realized that those words were spoken by Saccharide's lips once, "But we never did it. Not once..."
The recorder in his hands beeped before he pressed it again.
"So you did all the kissy and licky together?"
He asked, then I nodded.
"I can conclude that he uses force. Let me ask you—"
I mentally embraced myself as my eyebrows started to
"I just need a yes or a no... Are you not okay with that?"
I tensed a little when I encountered his question. Auntie warned me about this type of question. It is called "Traitor Query," A trick question that can be answered by a yes or no, but either way, he's going to get the answer he wants. It is important to not answer just by a yes or no. A phrase or a full-sentence must answer these types of questions.
"...It was with consent," I carefully answered.
He paused for a second before pressing the recorder twice, saving the voice clip twice.
"Well, considering what you're saying— what about the footage?" he cleared his throat before playing the CCTV clip he got from the school again. My cheeks are burning as I heard my moans and pleadings echoing through the hollow room. It's a good thing that we are inside these soundproof chambers.
When I looked away and squirmed in my seat, he finally stopped playing it then continued to ask, "We can see in the video that he was hurting and forcing you to—"
"He was sick in those days, but once he got the medication from Doctor Porscha. He started to stabilize and control himself from making more scars," I defended.
Prosecutor Marshall smirked, "Oh dear... Did I fail to mention?"
"Failed to mention— what?"
I showed a puzzled look.
"Your boyfriend didn't have sickness from the beginning. The papers we found from Amanda Porscha's office were fake, and the Mental Institution didn't have any records of some sort," he revealed.
...
"What?!"