Arran's Law

Chanelle's boyfriend Arran is accused of murder, and she goes on a one woman mission to clear his name.

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8. Confessions

I almost sneak into the interview room, which is beyond stupid - there's nowhere for me or him to hide. I want to believe that Arran didn't kill Miranda Lockhart, but I really don't know. I want to believe that he's innocent, but for the first time since I met him out on the street, I'm having seriously doubts about him. His DNA was found on her body for Gods sake! Even if he didn't kill her, then he has a hell of a lot of explaining to do.

 

The room looks exactly like the interview rooms that you see on the police programmes. The only furniture it has is a table and two chairs. The walls are painted white, and so is the floor. I look into the bottom left hand corner of the room. A camera hangs there very subtley recording everything. On it, is a blinking red light. It stares down at me like an eye, judging me on what it sees here, what I obviously am to Arran. I stick my middle finger up at it, hoping someone is watching the footage now, preferable the snooty woman who looked down on me like I was scum.

 

Arran doesn't react as come in. He's actually lying on the table, fast asleep. He appears physically smaller, and defeated. I wonder how long he's been in here, and what they've been telling him. I know that police sometimes tell a suspect that they have rock solid evidence against them to get them to confess. I pray that Arran didn't buy that, if they tried it on him. As I look down on his sleeping form, my love for him creeps back into my thoughts. I shove it away. I can't let that get in the way now - I need to be emotionless. I shake his shoulder gently.

"Arran. Wake up." I say flatly. Arran opens his eyes a little, and tries to sit up. When he realizes that it's me, he sits bolt upright, his eyes fully open.

"Chanelle!" He exclaims. I note how he calls me by my full name, which he almost never does. "What are you doing here?"

"The question is, what the fucking hell are you doing here?" I hiss as I slide into the chair across from him. I know that I shouldn't be so angry with him. I know that I should be kind to him - he needs it, he looks so weak, but I can't just let it go. Arran reels back, his jaw dropping in surprise.

"They think I killed Miranda Lockhart." He says softly. You don't say... I take a deep breath so I don't do anything that I'll regret.

"I have two questions for you." I spit, my red-hot burning anger drowning out my love for him. "Did you sleep with her?"

"What makes you think that?!" Arran demands, a hint of anger in his voice. I slam my hand as hard as I can on the table. It hurts like hell, but my anger drowns that out as well.

"For fucks sake Arran! Don't treat me like I'm a fool! The police found your DNA on her body!" I yell, not caring that the camera is picking up my every word. All the fight just goes out of Arran's eyes, and it scares me. No matter how bad things have gotten, he's never stopped fighting. But now he has, and he's so much stronger than me. If he can't cope, what chance do I have?

"Ah. I suppose there is no point in denying it." He says, his voice low. I sigh, and rest my head on one hand.

"No. There really isn't." I tell him, my rage burning out, the fire extinguished. "Why?" My voice is no longer angry, just tired.

"For you. After what Jordan did to you." Arran says, his voice sounding exactly like mine. And of all the reasons I was expecting, that was not one of them. He... He did something that could've gotten him killed, for me? He cares about me more than he lets on. And I have been so unfair to him. I have no idea what to say to him.

"And your second question?" Arran says, not looking at me.

"Did you kill her?" I ask him, dreading the answer. If he says yes, then the police have a confession, and he'll go to jail. If he says no...

"No." Arran says, finally looking me in the eyes. His grey eyes are full of fire and conviction. If he had shouted, then I might have doubted him. But his tone carries a quiet conviction that I cannot doubt. There is no way he is lying - Arran did not kill Miranda Lockhart. I know that as well as I know my own name. Arran looks at me almost fearfully.

"Chanelle... Will you help me? No one believes that I didn't do it. I know what I did was wrong, and I'll never stop paying you for it. But if you give up on me, I'll hang. I ain't got anyone else." Arran shivers, and looks away from me. He looks close to tears. I reach out, and take both his hands in mine. His eyes are full of something that isn't quite hope. The hope of a hope maybe? 

"Of course I'll help you. I know you're innocent, and I'll find proof, no matter how long it takes and no matter what I have to do to get it. I love you, Arran. And nothing in the world will change that."

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