Chapter108 I'm going to court???

Rachel's POV

I stared at the bars of the cell I was in, still in shock of the events that had happened in the last few hours.

The detective and the other guy didn't even bother to cuff me, and just lead me to their car after telling me about what had happened to Lana.

Why didn't they cuff me?

Well they had no reason to.

After I heard that Lana was dead, I went into shock and wasn't even aware of my surroundings any longer.

The men just lead me out of the house and into their car, and here I was in a cell, in jail, in a fucking police station!

Lana was dead.

How was that even possible?

Alot of things ran through my mind as I replayed the sentence, Lana is dead.

How did she die? That was the first one.

I wanted to ask, but my brain and my mouth refused to work together, and even up till now I had no idea how Lana died and why I the one blamed for it.

That was if she was even dead.

Lana was an actress, a very talented one. But she had a huge flaw of always using her talent for the wrong reasons.

She had pretended to be dead once before, back then when it was still us trio, me, Lana and Marina, Lana had played dead that it almost gave us an heart attack.

So what was the guarantee that she was really dead and this was not just a made up plan to punish me from an unknown crime I committed?

What happened yesterday couldn't even warrant this kind of punishment.

As I thought of that, my consciousness came back to me slowly and I started realizing my surroundings.

Thankfully the cell I was in was empty...

" Hey, don't push me officer!" I heard a woman shout and I looked up.

A robust looking woman wearing a junkie looking outfit, with a number of piercing on both her ears was being dragged by two other women, both dressed in formal police uniforms with a blue beret on their head hiding their hair, into my... The cell.

Fuck... I spoke too soon.

" Stop pushing me " The junkie shouted shrugging the women hands off her as she got into the cell.

" You this scoundrel thief, get in there. " The first police officer shouted looking at the woman in disgust.

" No matter how many times we catch you and they bail you, you always come back here ". The other woman said shaking her head.

It was funny... Actually it would have been funny if I wasn't in a some how same situation myself.

I cleared my throat and all three pair of eyes were directed at me" Excuse me". I said in a small voice flashing the officers a smile.

" Please em... I think I was wrongly accused of something, and I wish to speak to someone". I said still keeping the smile on my face.

The first woman eyed me up and down before snorting. " Who are you and what are you here for?" She asked her voice sounding rough.

I giggled softly"You see, I've been asking myself the exact same thing... You know, not the first part, the second". I said trying to attempt a joke but both officers just gave me a blank look.

' Ok, you both don't laugh. Got it '.

My laugh became awkward and it grew lower and lower until it disappeared.

A man, also dressed in a police uniform, only with much more badges and stashes on it came around and both women stood at attention, even throwing him a salute.

Okay, this was new.

I glanced at the junkie who surprising was also looking at me, but in a kind of suspicious manner. It immediately made me aware of my surroundings and took a step away from her.

She was quite muscular, if she really was a junkie... I wouldn't last long if I stayed in the same cell with her.

" What are you both doing here?" The man's deep rough voice sounded and I snapped my head towards him.

He was looking at the two female officers, who were still standing upright. " We only just dragged the runaway we found back into the cell, Sir ". The second one said.

I blinked looking in-between them.

The man looked like he had more authority than the women, maybe he could help me.

" Em... Hi sir, my name of Rachel. I think there had been a misunderstanding somewhere I..."

" Shut up murder!!!" He roared and the rest of the words I was about to say just went back into my throat and I gulped them back down my stomach.

Murder?

Wasn't that a bit too harsh?

I heard three different gasps coming from the other three women, even the junkie was surprised.

Well, I was just as surprised myself.

" Look, you can't just condemn me to being a murderer when I'm just a suspect, this case is all wrong!" I shouted when I finally got back my tongue.

I hated false accusations as much as I hated being betrayed but for the past few days it seems like everything I hated was just coming to me.

The man snorted rolling his eyes. "The guts you have to speak to me in that manner... I hope you say the same thing when you meet the judge in a few weeks ".

The judge?

" I'm going to court? " I asked in surprise.

I was just a suspect for fuck sake and it made sense for them to suspect me, I hated Lana as fuck, but court?

All my anger and flair just disappeared and so did my temper.

" Please, I didn't do anything, I didn't kill anyone". I said in a mellow tone, almost begging.

" I don't have time to banter words with you..." He said with a snort at me before looking at the two other officers. "Hey, the both of you get back to work". He thundered and they both saluted again.

" Yes sir, "

"Yes sir, "

The said in unison as the man left.

" Murder? Who would have known that such a pretty face was capable of murder". The first woman said as soon the stern man was gone, directing her words to me.

" But it's not..." I almost cried looking at her pleadingly. " I didn't kill anyone, you said it yourself. This face, it's not one capable of murder, you got to believe me ".

This was getting out of hand.

First I thought this whole drama was just Lana's plan, but with the way it was going... It could be really possible that Lana was dead and I was taking the fall for it.

Realization was dawning on me pretty fast and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as I thought of it.

" It's always the pretty ones. " The second female said shaking her head again at me before snickering at the junkie who had taken a seat at the far end of the wall watching everything that was going on with her hand plopped on her elbow.

" Let's get back to work before the chief comes back again". She said to the other one as the both began leaving the cell premises.

"Hey wait up, please..." I called back holding the bars of the cell as I yelled hoping the women would turn back.

" Can I at least make a phone call? I need to call my lawyer, this is a fucking false accusation!" I shouted but the women didn't even turn back, not even once until they were completely out of sight.

No... This was not happening.

Was I dreaming?

If this was a dream... I brought my palms to my face giving it a hard smack, then another and then another.

It was not a dream.

" Fucking hell!!!" I screamed the frustration finally getting to me.