Chapter 5 WHY?
Shenell's POV
I let out a heavy sigh, “You can check the CCTV footage at the hotel…you'll see it there, I was with Vincent. I was with him throughout the night, please I'm not a murderer.”
Detective Harris leaned forward towards the desk without saying a word, he flipped his laptop open and started to operate it.
After a few seconds, he turned the laptop towards me, “Watch it.” He whispered.
I narrowed my eyes into the laptop's screen and my hands immediately flew to my mouth the moment I saw the video. It's the footage from the hotel, it showed only me walking into the hotel, Vincent wasn't by my side.
Towards the end of the video, it showed me step into the hotel room alone too, nobody was walking by my side.
“No, no, no…somebody is doing this, somebody is getting rid of all the evidence so I'll look crazy.” I cried, my voice cracked as I spoke.
Harris pulled the laptop away from me, “Shenell, you're not telling us something.”
“No, I swear, he was with me, please…”
“I went through your medical report, Shenell, and I figured out that you've been battling with PTSD for the past five years. Perhaps, you're hallucinating again.” Harris suggested, I could sense the pity in his tone.
“What, no, don't do that. Don't use my medical condition against me, I'm not hallucinating. Come on, can't you see, someone is deliberately doing this to make me look crazy.” I protested.
“Shenell, evidence don't lie…” detective Harris wasn't done talking, but I cut him off mid-sentence.
“My mother-in-law, she's the one. She's doing everything, I swear she's the one, she's using her wealth and status to get rid of all my witnesses, so I would rot in jail. You heard her, you heard what she said just a few minutes ago, she said she'll seek a legal way to kill me.” I shrieked, slamming my fist angrily on the desk.
“Why would you accuse your mother-in-law for getting rid of evidence?” Harris asked with a furrowed brow, but his voice was still calm.
I scoffed darkly, then used the back of my palms to clean my tears, “Because she never liked me. She was against our marriage. She asked her son to divorce me on constant occasions, and whenever she came to visit, she'd always treat me like trash. She did everything possible for me to wanna leave the marriage, but I stayed strong and it pained her. My mother-in-law never liked me.” I explained.
“Shenell, when was the last did you took your medication?” Harris asked with gentleness in his tone.
“What? You think I'm going crazy? You think I'm daydreaming, huh?” I protested.
“No, it's just that, your mother-in-law said she gave you the best treatment ever. She said she loved you equally as her son, but you've been cheating on him.” Harris explained, difficulty in his tone.
“What?!” I screamed, “That's a lie, I swear she's lying. Please believe me, I'm not hallucinating, I know what I'm saying.” My breath hitched as I spoke. I could barely swallow my pain.
“You're mentally unstable, Shenell. This might be too much for you already, so I'll leave you to collect your thoughts and rest a little bit.” Harris mumbled softly then he stood up and gave me one last look before walking away and out of the dimly lit room.
I slammed my fist on the table and let out a loud scream, and I felt the room tremble a bit.
“WHY?” I cried.
A few hours later, a police officer walked into the room and uncuffed me, “Since you're not ready to talk yet, we'll have to lock you up.” He declared, his tone was plain and cold.
“No, wait wait…please do t lick me up. I've nobody. Who's gonna bail me out, please don't do this.” I begged.
The police officer was barely listening to me, he simply uncuffed me and guided me out of the room, “Move.” He growled.
“Okay, can I at least talk to detective Harris, please can I say a word to him?” I choked.
“Hope you know detective Harris isn't handling your case alone, so why the hell do you think you can have him whenever you feel like. You'll be locked up for now, once it reaches your turn again, he'll show up to speak with you.” The police officer retorted, his voice was loud as though he was frustrated talking to me.
Before I could say a word again, the police officer had already tossed me into the damp, hot cell room, locking up the room as though I was some kind of threat to humanity.
I clung around the cell door and watched as the officer walked away, tossing the bunch of keys into his pocket.
I leaned against the door and slumped to the floor, but I couldn't cry—not anymore. It seems like I was out of tears.
