Chapter 1
I remember the day my Dad came to my apartment. I was trying to hide the fact that I-. I couldn't even think of it.
I threw myself to the bathroom and started puking violently. I started to heave and couldn't understand why. He deserved what he got. He was pretty much gone by the time I got to him anyway; I just finished him off.
I walked back out of the bathroom and looked at the pictures of me and him around the room. I couldn't take it anymore and started ripping the pictures down from the wall and on the coffee table. I then whipped it like a frisbee at the wall. I tore the paper behind the glass into a million pieces and made a bonfire in my kitchen garbage. I cut myself from the glass on the picture in the process.
I screamed when I saw the blood; it reminded me of— I was cut off by pounding on my door. I frowned, wondering who could it be.
"Who is it?" I asked curiously.
"Forks Police." It almost sounded like Charlie. He also sounded like he was in pain.
I swung open the door and saw my Dad and his cruiser that was flashing lights in the distance.
"Dad? What is it?" I asked looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Turn around Isabella." He said stiffly.
My eyes widened as he said my full name. I did what he asked and then I felt metal cuffs around my wrists. They cut deeper into my already open skin. I closed my eyes knowing the reason why I was being arrested.
"You're being charged with first degree murder of Royce King the third. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney during interrogation; if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you." He said firmly and choking between words.
He took me by the shoulders and walked me in the way of the cruiser. Neighbors out of there house watching with horrified expressions on their faces. Mr. and Mrs. Newton were outside clutching each other with their robes on with their mouths open. I guess I was going to see their son while I was there.
I kept my head high. I knew I was going to jail; but I was proud to. For what he did to me, what he did to all of those innocent women, he deserved to rot in hell.
Charlie opened the back of the cruisers car and I stepped in, his hand on top of my head. I kept my eyes forward not daring to put my eye contact with others.
I remembered the fire in my kitchen garbage, and didn't care. I hope it burned down that stupid apartment. I didn't care if I'd get fined; I wanted that place burned down.
Charlie didn't say a word to me, and for that I was glad. He brought me into the station and started to book me. He gave me an orange jumpsuit; then took my finger prints and my picture and led me to the cellar in the basement.
On the way down, three men and a woman were getting removed. One of the men was buff and scary looking; another man was a bit slender then the bigger one and held his head high. The last man was very good looking and was in between the biggest and slender one and he had a tight jaw and cold hard eyes. The women looked to pretty to be in a bar, let alone jail. Her jaw was also tight and her eyes looked deadly.
The good-looking one looked at me and instead of his eyes being cold, they looked at me curiously. Probably wondering how I could do something like killing a man.
They passed me and I went in the cell. Charlie shut the cells gate. I didn't sit down on the bench in the back of the cell. I just stood there staring down at shoes realizing that someone was in front of me. I looked up and was faced with bloodshot eyes and tears from my father. I tried to look away not wanting to look into them seeing disappointment but he stopped me when he said:
"Don't you look away from me Isabella," he said flatly.
A shiver rippled through my body and I looked up. He had the same disappointment and anger in his eyes.
"What the hell have you done Bella?" He asked me. "I raised you better then this. How could you kill an innocent man? He was your fiancé for Christ sake!"
"He's a monster." I said to him.
"What are you—" Charlie was interrupted when Officer Black wheeled in the room.
"Charlie get away from the cell." He said flatly.
Charlie's jaw tightened and he raised his head. He took a small hesitant step back from me but his eyes didn't leave mine.
"Let's go Charlie."
"Why?" Charlie asked me before he left.
I was left alone. It was just me and my thoughts now. There was an odd smelly bed in the cell as well and I walked over to it and sat down. I rested my chin on my hands and felt my eyes start to droop. I quickly fell into slumber and let my mind overcome my brain.
I know it's not that good, but it's my first story. I hope I can at least get one review. Thanks if you even read this.
-UnderACoconutTree
