Chapter 3
The room was dimly lit, there was a small lamp right there on the edge of the table, flickering. Wynter was growing impatient, he looked at the side of the wall that had something like a window, but wider and sealed, made of glass. It was tinted and didn't have any openings, he was very sure there were people at the other side, watching him. How long he had been sitting in the room, he wasn't sure but he knew he had been there for more than two hours. Maybe if I made a scene, they would come in. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeyyy!!!, you can't just keep me locked in here you know? You should interrogate me at least!!. I did not push her. You're locking up an innocent person. The bitch jumped off herself!!." There was no response at all. "Fuck!" He slammed his fists on the table."I am actually innocent, I didn't push her. She must have done it to put me in trouble. That bitch, did she hate me that much, to attempt sucide? but I cared for her. I tried to show her I cared. What's so wrong about liking my cousin? Besides our fathers aren't fully brothers, they are stepbrothers, what's so wrong with that?". He thought to himself. Then he remembered, the look in her eyes when she jumped. She wasn't afraid of falling at all, she didn't hesitate. She looked happy to jump, like she had been waiting for a chance to do so. She even smiled, she had no regrets. Her words when she was about to jump kept coming back. What did she mean by that. This isn't a fairytale, how would she ever think of getting back at us? We helped her, took her in, how could she utter such words?. Suddenly the door flung open and a non uniformed police officer walked in saying, "Mr Wynter Wilson you are charged with the murder of Miss Jamie Crowns". "Fuck!, how many times do I have to say this, I didn't push her!... Wait what do you mean murder? Is Jamie dead?". The police officer looked at him with disgust clearly shown on his face. "What did you expect when you pushed her off the rooftop of a three storey building huh?". "No no no no shit, she can't be dead. No I didn't do it. I'm innocent, really I am, you have to believe me!". "Oh I believe you all right" the police officer said sarcastically. "Mr Wynter Wilson, you are under arrest for the attempted rape and murder of Miss Jamie Crowns. You have the right to remain silent or avoid answering any question until after consultation with a legal practitioner of your choice." the officer said as he cuffed Wynter. "You are mistaken, I didn't do this. Wait till my father get's here, he'll get me out in no time".
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"Winnie, hasn't your brother come home from school yet?" Winnie's mom asked while descending the stairs. Mrs Yasmien Wilson, she was Mr Damian Wilson's wife. She was the one that made Jamie a ghost of herself. She made her work like a maid, gave her chores even the servants couldn't handle. She made sure Jamie's life was a living hell. Several times she beat Jamie, locked her up in a dark, empty room without food or water for days. Jamie had tried to escape several times, but she made sure she didn't. They still needed her, there was a large amount of inheritance that couldn't be transferred until Jamie was an adult. They needed her until then. She did all that to her to make her afraid of her, so when the time came, she would willingly transfer the assets in her name to her.
"He should be home by now, what's going on?" Winifred replied. Just as she finished speaking, the driver came in unannounced. "How disrespectful of you to come in without being given permission" Mrs Wilson said in annoyance. "I'm so sorry ma'am, I am afraid I have bad news" the driver said. "What do you mean bad news?" Mrs Wilson asked. "It's the young master... uhm, he was... uhm". "Will you speak?!! What happened to my Wynter" she thundered. "What's with all the noise?". It was Mr Wilson himself, the man who started it all. "So sorry to disturb you sir, but uhm young master Wynter was taken by the police". They were all shocked on hearing the news.
"A-a-arrested why? What did my son do?" Mrs Wilson asked further. "Apparently, he pushed Miss Crowns off a three storey building". "Whaat?!!" screamed Winifred, "My brother can't do that. It must have been that bitch's plan. She must have wanted to get Wynter in trouble, to get back at him." Mrs Wilson staggered and fell on a couch. "Are you sure about this?" she asked weakly, the driver nodded in response. "Winifred, are you sure your brother didn't do it? When you said get back at him, what did you mean?". "Uhm..." she paused. "What do you mean?, are you trying to say that our son attempted to murder her? What would be his motive huh?!". Mr Wilson turned around and dialled a number. "Your attention is needed. Meet me..."
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"Sir we are here" the driver said to Mr Wilson, who sat calmly with an aloof expression on his face. His eyes were closed, he opened his eyes and looked straight into the mirror catching the driver looking at him. The driver immediately averted his eyes and sank in his seat. Mr Wilson got out of the car and walked up to a man clad in neatly ironed suit. The driver could see that the man was not an ordinary person, he had this aura around him that showed that he was confident in himself. The driver thought to himself, Mr Wilson acted too calm for man whose son was accused of murder. The two men shook hands and entered the station together.
"You must be Mr Wilson, we have been expecting you. I'm sure your driver must have informed you, seeing he left in a hurry. I didn't see the need to inform you myself" the officer grinned. "I am Mr Ethan Smith, Mr Wilson's lawyer. I suppose we can see him?". "Wow, you are the Mr Smith. The lawyer who has never lost a case?" seeing how both Mr Wilson and Mr Smith didn't seem to be paying him any attention. "Shall we?".
* * * * * * * * * * * The room had the sharp smell of antiseptics, on the bedside table was an air purifier.The room was spacious, elegantly furnished. It had floor to ceiling windows which provided absolutely stunning views. A flower pot rested at each sides of the door leading to the balcony. A girl with brown curls, a very beautiful jawline clad in a patient gown lying peacefully on the bed. An oxygen tube was passed to her nostrils and mouth. Her breathing was slow and steady. Her head and left leg was wrapped heavily in bandages. She wore a cast on her right hand. Her back was supported with what seemed like a pillow, she had an orthotic brace on. On her hospital bed, the name tag read "Amber Page".
A man walked in, followed by another but much older. "Good work Butler Reyes, now she can start afresh". The butler nodded in acknowledgement. He wondered if they were doing the right thing.
Then suddenly the girl lying on the bed moved a finger. It was too quick so others might not have noticed, but it caught a particular person's eye.
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