Chapter 3 Damon's death

It was the next morning, I lodged in a hotel last night to last the night and now I'm awake. I checked out of the hotel quite early and I'm on my way back to the mansion.

I hauled down a cab and got in, he started driving after I told him my location. I'm not one to drive cars because I was a rough driver and that was why I mostly make use of cabs.

Getting down from the cab, I paid the driver and strode into the mansion. All on my mind was to get my belongings and leave his home, I'll send in a divorce letter later on after I sort out my emotions.

But this marriage? It's over. They both disgusted me but he disgusts me more. I could have want to let go of my pain if only he didn't do that much.

Going further into the mansion and I suddenly felt chills all over my body. The house felt cold and I wondered why. I have never felt this way in my life but those chills went through my spines.

I stood Infront of the trails as I held my turning head. I Felt dizzy but still held in and ran through the stairs.

"Damon" I called slowly but no one answered. Since he wasn't home, it was my best opportunity to pack my things and leave.

I opened the door to the bedroom and stepped in but surprisingly I got on something and slipped getting my but hitting by the ground.

"Ouch" I winced and I made to stand up but my eyes fell on the pool of blood I was in. My hands were covered in blood, so as my clothes.

I yelled, terrified by the scene that was before me. "Ahhhh" I screamed in fear and shock written all over my face.

Damon laid lifeless in his blood pool. A knife was directly stabbed at his heart and he looked like someone whom life had left his body since hours ago, his body pale and his lips dried, I screamed in horror again.

I stood up, staring at my hands filled with blood. I was trembling in fear and tears were now on my face.

"What is this? Why? How?" I tried to think but it wasn't even making sense as I continued stuttering.

How could he be dead?

Who killed him?

Why?

" God" I walked over to his body, my legs were a bit sticky but I still went ahead, to check if he was still breathing.

I stood Infront of his cold body. Trying to remove the knife but it was effortless and was struck hard into her heart. Piercing the in and outside of his body.

Why this painful death?

I cried out, my hands on his body trying to stop the blood that was gushing out of his chest.

"Please, please wake up. I didn't mean you dead. I was just hurt and I just said things. Please Damon wake up and let go our separate ways without you being dead." I cried, my hands shaking every now and I knew one thing, he was dead already because his body were already cold.

I see reasons why I felt cold when I first got into the house. Someone had murdered him. He just couldn't kill himself. Where's Sylvia?

I glanced around and saw his blood hand written. He could have written this before he gave up the ghost I suppose.

"FINN" I was breathing heavily as I read the name out loud, Finn? Who's Finn?

I just couldn't think more less as I took out my phone to call the cops and the 911, as soon as I called both, I called our families too.

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I could hear the door opened and some people made sounds. I knew it was the cops instantly because it has been a while I called them.

The door opened and both family dashed in with shocking faces. Who wouldn't be shocked with the sight, it was horrible.

"Harlow Krane, this place is surrounded by the DSS and you'll be adviced not to make an attempt of escaping as you'll be shot down dead." I could hear the announcement from outside which had me more surprised.

What the fuck was happening?

"Ahhhhhhhh" Clark mother cried out in pain as she encountered with pool of blood at the entrance of the room.

"Damon." She screamed, tears falling from her eyes as she touched her lifeless son. I was still there staring at everyone surprised because I couldn't understand why my name was called like a criminal.

She dashed towards me and held my cloth suddenly. "What did he ever do to you? Why did you do this to him? " She fired at me. I stood there aghast, shocked and terrified at the same time.

What kind of accusation was that?

"I didn't do this! I called the cops already when I met him like this. I came in myself to see him this way, I was as terrified as you guys are right now" I defended but she wasn't listening.

"You called the cops when you met him like this? Does this make sense in your ears. It seems right to see you in the pool of blood, his blood all over your cloth like you used it to take your bath." She screamed, her hands already on my neck. Ready to choke me and I cried out.

" I really didn't do this." I yelled in tears as it was though no one believed me and she was literally choking me to death. She let go and I breathe in.

I turned my face towards my sister and my parent. If Damon family didn't believe me then my family would. They knew I can't do this for goodness sake.

"Mother, Father. You need to believe me. I didn't kill him" I cried out desperately but they didn't say word.

I could hear Mia, my older sister scoffed. She narrowed her eyes and sneered. "How do you expect us to believe that lie huh? You've always been violence since college and now your hands and body are covered in pool of blood."

"I'm really saying the truth, I have no hands in this I swear with my fucking life, you all know I'll never do something like this."

"How come he's dead and alone with you then? You are here denying you didn't kill Damon. You stole him away from me and now you have finally succeeded killing him." She cried out like she was in sympathy.

But then I didn't expect much from her. She was the sympathetic fool here. She had always wanted me dead, so she could have Damon to herself but she just lost all the opportunities so she was coming back at me.

"I have never been violence and I didn't kill him. I really didn't. Mom, Dad. You aren't saying anything?" I asked, my face now looking at them desperately.

Four of the cops entered immediately and two pointed their gun towards me, one was coming towards me while I kept moving backwards scared.

"Harlow Krane, you are under arrest for the murder of Damon Rad, any words you say right now will be used against you at the court."

I was handcuffed and being dragged away.

"I swear I didn't kill him. How can I kill my own husband." My hands trembled in fears. "Mom, mom, y...you don't trust me? You don't believe me? I'm your daughter and you've to believe me." I cried out in pain of the worst accusation I could ever face.

"Even if we want to believe you, the evidence is too glaring to think you are really innocent?" That was my dad talking.

I stopped struggling for a while and my whole world crushed, I looked at mom face hoping she'll say something but she didn't say anything.

I just wished Damon would just wake up and stand up and just say the name of whoever killed him so I could be left out of this.