Hi everyone, I'm back! It's been a while since the last time I posted anything but better late than never, right? Anyway, as you can see I have started on a new story. I also have some other ideas but they are still a working progress. As for this story, this is an idea I have had for a while now but I haven't really been able to put it into words until now. I still don't know how this is going to go. There are plenty of legal stuff in the story, which is not exactly one of my strongest suits, however I will look up the facts to the best of my ability so I can make the story as believe as I can. It might however make the updates come less frequently. But if anybody knows anything that could help me like a good site (an uncomplicated one please) or you know, if anyone is like a lawyer or just know a lot about legal stuff in general, you are more than welcome to write me a line and let me know so I can maybe ask some questions or bounce some ideas around. I don't know if that would happen often or not, but just in case ;)
Anyway, I do have the first chapter already written, I just wanted to post this prolog first so I could see if anyone is interested in reading it. I know this is really, really short but the next chapter is longer, I promise :) And as for my other stories, they are currently on hiatus. I plan to continue them sometime in the future but I don't know when that will be. Okay, that's pretty much all I wanted to say so please read the (very short) prolog and if there are any interest, I might post the next chapter later today. Sound good? Until next time!
Micki
NO NAME NO FACE
Prolog
Some say that freedom is overrated. I've never believed in it before, until know. Because, the day that I was finally going to get free, instead turned into a nightmare. And it wasn't the kind of nightmare you could wake up from…
It all started when I found my ex-husband lying on the floor in the middle of the living room at my apartment. Dead. The next thing I know, my apartment is being filled with other people. Paramedics, cops and even people I couldn't place. But I knew they were all there for the same reason: To find out what happened.
After that, everything is pretty much a blur. All I remember is that at some point, I was at the police house being questioned by the police. Questions like:
"What was your relationship to the victim?"
"What was the reason behind your divorce?"
"Where were you between 10 am and 2 pm?"
In other words: Did you kill him? They think I did. According to them, I had both motive and opportunity. And it's not like I can deny that we had our problems. We got a divorce for God's sake! But did I want him dead? No. But if I did? Then yeah, I probably would have had both the motive and opportunity. Luckily, they didn't have enough evidence to arrest me. So I was let go. For now.
How could they think I could do such a thing? Kill a person that I once loved more than anything. I couldn't. More importantly, I didn't. Now, all I had to do was to prove it. And in order for me to do that, I was going to need a lot of help. The question was: Would anyone believe me? And if they did, would it be enough? Would I be enough? Or would I have to spend the rest of my life in prison for a crime I didn't commit?