Chapter 17 fate has been sealed

I cannot believe this is happening to me. Detective Fletcher is arresting me for what he believes is Tyler s murder. Since when does a simple accident become murder. Yes, I can still not believe that he took his own life either. Nothing makes sense at the moment, and I know they want to lock me in a cell until it does. What Detective Fletcher fails to understand is that it is not going to happen. First of all, I am not leaving my husband alone while he is fighting for his life, and second, I am pregnant for. But even the most, is that I did not do it. I know the note does point in a different direction, but not even that direction is making sense. Why would Tyler want to take his own life when only, but before the accident, he was so excited that he was going to become a father. I understood that the demons in his head would not go away that easily, but to take your own life so suddenly, that is not Tyler. But, I think I need to take a moment and step back to look at the whole scene from a different perspective. Tyler did have the ghosts of Luke haunting him day in and out. He did have his gun back, much to my protest. Then, there is the shot to the head, but what seems to seal it for me there is the note that, which is one of the things that puzzle me the most, is typed and not written. And that is where Detective Fletcher comes in and makes the conclusion that I have killed my own husband. For what? Well, he has several theories to that one, and it seems that he has already done good homework of them. I guessed when Tyler and my relationship started, we had our fair share of secrets that we wanted to keep hidden, but as our love grew, it forced us to open the windows and set them free. Yet, I was not completely ready to let go of all of them. Now, in a completely unrelated way, it has come to the surface. And this is why I am getting arrested, but not so fast. As I am about to walk out with Detective Fletcher, I see Sandra coming up the driveway. She looks at Detective Fletcher rather odd but thinks nothing of it as she gets out of the car. I am immediately relieved at the hope that she has come to save me. But the man only walks past with me firmly gripped by the hands. Just as he is about to shove me in the car, I hear Sandra speaking beside him, "What are you doing? Where are you taking Jenna." This is a rumble that escapes his lips as he tries to move himself away from Sandra to get me into the passenger seat, that rumble only but hitches to a growl with his frustration. "Mam, I suggest that you get out of the way. This is police business which does not concern you." Sandra gasps in shock, and I can hear something fall to the ground next to where I am still standing, "What do you mean, police business?" "Mam, are you a family member?" I hear as Sandra curses softly under her breath, "No, I am a friend." And then he says exactly what she was expecting him to say. I watch as her shoulders slump and the last breath leaves her lungs. She has no idea what is going on. She only knows that Tyler is in the hospital because of an accident. She knows nothing of the suicide or the murder. I was going to tell everything to her once she has arrived, I guess she was a bit too late. So, not wanting to hold up dear Detective Fletcher s investigation, I politely agree and get into the back of his vehicle. My fate has just been sealed. It is with horror that I see Sandra put her face in her hands and start to cry. Before my own words become completely strangled, I call after her. "Please get Brooke." Brooke might not have any jurisdiction, but the woman get answers to all the question. And this is how I find myself driving to the police station in silence. This will be the second time, wait, the third time that I have ever been arrested in my life. I might have been dealt a raw deal with the first time, but the second, Clara completely deserved it. As of now, I know that I did not do anything wrong. The only thing I had done wrong I letting Tyler have a gun when I knew that he is not mentally strong. This is yet another of the million questions that I am about to have to answer as we find ourselves now stopping at the station. Now, if I thought that Detective would have some ounce of sympathy in him, I am completely wrong. As I set out from the backseat, he wastes no time in putting a pair of cuffs around my wrists. I can remember there was a time that Tyler and I were doing it together. Now, I am doing it because of him. I know that this sounds so wrong; it sounds as if I am really trying to shift the blame to Tyler. I am only trying for Detective Fletcher to see that I did nothing wrong; Tyler was not murdered. But if it means that I need to come to the reality that he might have just tried to take his life, then that is a sad step that I am going to have to take. And a sad step that I do take…Is walking into that police station as a criminal. I once upheld the law, and now I am seen as the one that is breaking it. I can't wait for the press to get wind that the hero sheriff got murdered by the woman he tried to protect. Pushing that awful thought to the back of my mind, Detective Fletcher take me into a small interrogating room that is near close to the cells. As it should be, and god knows why it is cold and stuffy. The only thing banging louder than the cuffs on the table is that of your teeth grinding together. And, I swear they get trained to do it this way, but only when you feel that you have turned into an ice cube, only then will they offer you a blanket and coffee. This also means it is time for the interrogation to start, and I am expecting it to be dragged out in the hope that I will cave in and admit to something I not do. Then he starts the formalities, "Please state your name for me." Well, I feel like fucking slapping him, yet, "Jenna Moore." Though he needs a bit more clarity, "Were you not Jenna Davis before?" Tact and timing are something I have never possessed, so I only burst out in laughter, "That is what kind of happens when you marry someone." He stops from where he is scribbling god knows what In his little book and looks me straight into the eyes, "Mrs. Moore, I do not see this matter as funny. Now it might have been funny for you when you pulled that trigger, but here, for men like me, we do not find shit like that funny at all. And do you know what makes this even worse for you?" He pauses but does not even wait for me to answer, "You killed one of our own." There is a level of new irritation that sets alight in me, "Well, Detective Fletcher, I was one of yours too." He but only shakes his head while he smirks at me, "Mrs. Moore, you were just a girl with a gun. And once again, you were a girl with a gun with other intentions. Now can we take this seriously?" His goddamn question does not even deserve an answer as I only nod my head. "Let us begin from the beginning again." Ya, if I thought that it would be from the day of Tyler s accident, I am surely mistaken. He scribbles something down on the corner of the papers and slides the tape recorder to the middle of the table. With only but one click, he sets it to start recording. He ran through all the formalities of who I am when I was born, what goddamn varsity I attended, and finally, he works his way up to my parents. "Now, Mrs. Moore, can you tell me about your parents?" I feel as a flush of heat take over my body, the air is knocked out of my chest, and I do not even have enough breath to stutter my words. Then, with nothing but hollow eyes and the fear of seven hells that has been instilled on me, I slightly drop my head for a moment. Yes, I have been answered this question before, not by Detective Fletcher but one just like him. He allows me a moment to gather myself, and when he lashes out relentlessly. "Mrs. Moore, tell me what happened to your parents." As I know that there is no way to get myself from going through this again, I sigh and begin to tell the horrid details of that day…But before is can even get in my second words, I hear someone come bursting through the door. "Jenna, do not say another word."