Butchered 8
Chapter 8 The police rushed in and tackled Richard to the ground. “How’s my mom?!” A doctor immediately examined my mother. “She’s fine. She was just given anesthesia – she’ll wake up once it wears off.” I finally exhaled, my whole body going numb as I collapsed to the floor. Richard was pinned down but still thrashing wildly. “Emma! You lied to me! You never planned to get back together!” “You promised to write that statement! You even smiled at me!” Richard’s voice was raw from screaming. “You were just playing me!” I couldn’t hold back my emotions anymore. I forced myself up and slapped him hard across the face. “Richard, you’re a fucking animal!” “If you hadn’t held a knife to my mother’s throat, you think I would’ve written that bullshit?!” The slap left him completely stunned, half his face swelling up immediately. Tears streamed down his face as he screamed: “I apologized to you! I told you I loved you! Why can’t you just forgive me?!” “Love me?” I laughed bitterly. “Your idea of love is dodging responsibility, cheating and lying, and now taking my mom hostage?” “Richard, that’s not love that’s pure selfishness!” His expression went blank, then turned hysterical. “I was just scared of going to prison! I just wanted to live a normal life!” “If I hadn’t pursued my mother’s death, they never would’ve investigated me! If you hadn’t made this whole thing public, I wouldn’t have had to resort to this – you forced me into it! I’m just asking for your help – what’s wrong with that?!” “You used to love me so much – what’s wrong with helping me out?! Emma, how can you just watch me go to prison…” He cried so pitifully, like he was the victim…