^chlos prov^
I remember the day I seen them cart her body away. The blood marks on my shirt and the police putting me in handcuffs. It was never meant to end like this. I loved that woman more than anything in the world. She was the love of my life. My sole mate. How was I mean to tell her sister what had happened? How was I mean to tell her that the only good person left in her life had died? I felt my heart drop when I heard the officer speak.
"Chlo Granger. I'm arresting you on the suspicion of the murder of Lorraine Donnegan. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence. Something which you'll later rely on in court. Do you understand?"
I remember shaking my head as the tears streamed down my cheeks. How could I have killed her? It was a horrible blur. The beginning of the year was amazing
I walked in the school gates. The sound of a car engine was behind me. I looked to see a gleaming red Ferrari pulling into the school gates. All the students stop and looked. The woman driving had beautiful blonde locks. Who was she? I looked around and everyone walked to their classes. I could tell the young blonde was struggling with paperwork. So I walked over to her
"w-would you like a hand?"
I asked stuttering slightly. The woman looked at me and smiled
"that would be a great help"
I took some of the files from her and waited for her to lock her car before I carried on walking.
"Sorry I didn't catch your name"
The blonde touch my arm. My cheeks slowly started to redden but my foundation covered it well. I looked at her and smiled
"Chlo Granger. It's lovely to meet you miss?"
She looked into my eyes as she spoke
"Ms Donnegan".
I smiled and held the door open for her. Her hand catching mine as she walked in after me. I followed her to what would have been my mums old office I didn't want to tell her she was 'replacing' her. But I feel like it was my duty to tell her. She would find out sooner or later
"Ms Donnegan. Can I talk to you a second?"
My voice was shaky as the words escaped my mouth. There was no turning back now I need to tell her the truth. With a reassuring nod from her. I continued.
"My mum was Izzie Redpath"
I swallowed the lump in my throat as Ms Donnegan looked at me. I didn't want her sympathy. Or her 'sorry's' I just needed her to know that I didn't care she was taking over my mums office. That I didn't mind her being here. Ms Donnegan walked towards me and placed her soft hands on my exposed shoulders. The school was now uniform-less we wore what we wanted. Today I was wearing an 'off the shoulder' top which showed plenty of cleavage. And a high waisted skirt and a big belt to make it look like a formal dress.
"Oh Chlo in so sorry. I had no idea she was your mum."
Every time I thought back to that night she got stabbed I always fell into a dark scary place and I hated it. But for some reason talking to Ms Donnegan didn't make me feel down or depressed I felt like a big weight had been lifted from my shoulders. It was a strange feeling but I liked the feeling.