SLAM!
The steel bars swung sideways, and then he was trapped. Trapped in a small cell, a holding cell he believed it was called,, though he was not sure. He slumped down the cold wall, looking around him. He was in a dull and dreary room, with light grey walls and one small window. Two police officers stood outside the cell, eyes fixated on him. Uneasily, he returned their glance.
"Sir..." finally, after what seemed like an eternity of stiff silence, Benjamin found the courage to speak, "Surely you don't believe I could have comitted such an act. I don't even know what happened and - "
"We have a witness," the officer stated simply. "AND, the body was found in your classroom. Your black gloves were found at the scene, spattered in blood, and the fiure on the CCTV screen was wearing your black jacket. Could you explain that, Mr Blake?"
"I-I don't know!" he stamered desperately. "I-I..."
"BEN!"
A frantic Eleanor Lime charged desperately into the room, shoving the two officrs aside. She raced to her secret love's cell, tugging on the bars to no avail. She reached for his hand, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Ben, what happened?"
"Where's Lauralie? Is she all right?"
No answer.
"WHERE'S LAURALIE?"
Eleanor was slightly taken aback at this, and very hurt indeed. She had come all this way, intending to pay his bail, and all he could care about was his precious little Lauralie.
"She couldn't come," she stated simply, releasing his hand as she tried to hide the hurt in her eyes. "She needed to stay with Beladonna."
"Belladonna?" the first police officer, the tubby one that had arrested him, joined the conversation, unwelcomed.
"My daughter," Benjami hissed in a low growl, fiercely fighting back the tears. He couldn't be charged with murder! He was Benjamin Blake, an upstanding member of society! If this got out, poor Lauralie's reputation would be shattered. His Belladonna would grow up branded the daughter of a murderer. No, this couldn't happen! Who would lie like that? Who would do such a cruel and twisted thing? Who could hate him that much? As far as he knew, he had no enemies. Or did he?