Wound-
I fumbled with my key until the guy firmly took it from me and unlocked the door. He gently guided me to my couch, helped me lie down, and then went to get a washcloth.
When he returned I got a good look at him. His messy hair was even messier, and his grey eyes were no longer happy. “William?” I couldn’t believe it. He was holding the wet cloth.
He rushed over to me, his face turning pale but determined as he moved my hand away from my side, and gently pressed the washcloth to my skin. The rush of pain was nearly impossible to cope with as I cried out and pushed his hand away, but William firmly moved my hand out of the way and continued to clean the bloody mess.
Once he had cleaned enough that I wasn’t a huge mess anymore, though I still bleeding, William went and got me a glass of water and helped me to drink. It calmed me down a little.
“I’ll call for help in a minute,” he said as he resumed cleaning my wound. “But I need to know something first. Did you know that Angelina was working to steal that brooch?” His voice was very low and thunderous. His grey eyes were like a storm. I shook my head.
“You didn’t know she was in it for the money? But you’d give up a powerful jewel to save her life, even though she was acting and stealing from you. And I thought you called her your friend.”
This made me angry. “Angelina is my best friend, she wouldn't betray me. And my brooch isn’t powerful.”
“Then I assume you don’t know that your brooch is laced with the most powerful Rhodium, which could power a nuclear bomb–the worst we’ve ever seen. So tell me, when your great-aunt gave you the brooch, where did she say she got it?”
“She told me that her father bought it for her mother.” I stifled a yawn; I was feeling very tired all of a sudden.
“But if you had bothered to inspect the jewel, you would’ve known that that brooch was only made ten years ago, making your story invalid,” he said. “But you can honestly tell me that you believe that Angelina wouldn’t keep anything from you?”
“If she had something to hide, that’s on her, but I could never believe that Angelina would betray me.” I was getting angrier. William made it sound like he hated her. I showed him the brooch in my hand. His eyes widened. “Stop talking about her like that,” I demanded.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Because she’s dead. Gone. And now you are a suspect.”
The drowsiness enveloped me. “Angelina is innocent. She didn’t deserve that.”
William stood up and looked down on me, almost with pity. “I shall see you when you wake,” he said as he walked away.
I tried to get up, to tell him that it wasn’t over, to tell him anything, but found it impossible. My eyes dropped and closed as I succumbed to the world of darkness.
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