KELLY'S POV
I sat beside Mari who has been unconscious for over a month. The doctors said she was fine and would wake up anytime soon, but it's been a month and some days, she's yet to make any progress. It troubles me, but I've been hopeful. The fact that Asantewaa put in her all to make sure I leave the cell unscathed so I could stay by Mari's side, is enough for me to believe that this blessing will come and Mari will eventually gain consciousness.
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Flashback
"Girllll, you look so bartered!" Asantewaa said after taking her seat at the interview room. I kept my head to the ground sobbing. I felt like my heart would rip apart at any moment, but the pain felt like it has been for ages. I was scared for Mari and myself. Because of my rashness, Mari is all alone and I stand to lose my degree for hurting a professor. If mercy does not find me, then I'll be ruined.
"Kel, are you crying?" Asantewaa asked.
She stretched her hands and reached for my chin lifting my face up. She smelled like mother with that look on her face, of concern.
"I don't think you'll stay here for long. I already begged Mr. Grant, and that is why I was allowed to see you," she said.
"What did you do," her statement had forced me to speak, but with much more fear laced by anger. She smiled at me as if to calm me down. Then she asked me not to worry that she does not think he'll hurt me. Then she dropped the lunch pack she was carrying on the table and asked me to eat.
"You will need the energy when being questioned,"
"Even though I already explained to him, they will still ask questions just to be sure you are not really a threat,"
I pushed the food back to her knowing fully well there was no need to accept it. I lack the appetite. I would only eat when I am sure Mari is fine. I thanked her but told her I did not have the appetite to eat, so it would be a waste if she gives me the food. She sighed. Then she got up and told me she would leave first, but she will wait outside just in case I am free to get a bail. I sat there watching her back as she walked out of the room.
I was expecting an officer to come get me out after Asantewaa left, but I did not see anyone. I must have spent at least 10 minutes or so waiting when the door finally opened. My eyes were already fixed on the door as though it had been expectant, but I never expected to see the man who hit my friend with his car to walk into the questioning room. He was no longer covered in blood. It means he already changed his shirt. No, he had completely changed his outfit. He looked so responsible, no one would believe he did that to Mari.
"Why is it you?" even I felt the hate laced in my voice. I despised this man so much. If I wasn't on cuffs, I'd kill him. What was worse was that he just kept mum, his eyes kept screening me, which made me uncomfortable. I asked him to stop, but he did not. Instead, his gaze became more intense. If looks could burn, I'd be dying inside his eyes already.
"What do you want?" I had no idea when that question slipped out of my mouth, but it did. And it was the only thing that made him speak.
"The question would have been why you attacked my cousin, but since I was the target," he stopped and looked out me, I noticed the smirk on his lips. He looked like he was about to throw a punch but not with his fist. I was so concerned about what he had in mind that I did not get to understand what he meant. It was after he was done asking that I realised that professor nonchalant was related to this man.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked. His question stomped deep in my brain. I did not know exactly how he wanted me to answer that. He sounded mean, with that knowledge, I doubt he would be satisfied with just my name for an answer. I was also scared that answering that question would do me much damage than good. So I told him I would prefer not to answer. Call me stubborn, but I had no idea what his motives were.
"I could just give a signal and you would be dead without reaching the courtroom. But I'm being lenient because your friend begged on your behalf." He said it as if I should be grateful to him.
"Well, she shouldn't have, you irresponsible and reckless driver!" I lashed out at him.
"How are you related to the lady?" he asked. He seemed very interested. But I did not answer. Instead I asked him what he would do with that information.
"I was going to pardon you if the reason you tried to attack me was that lady. But since it's not…" he left the sentence for me to complete in my head. At that point, that was my cue to take the bargain.
"She is my best friend and roommate from KIS university," I said to him. He nodded his head. Then he asked me how I got to know professor nonchalant. He called him George, something I was already aware of, but I preferred the nonchalant.
"He.. I.." I did not know how to explain myself at that point. How do I explain that I had no connection with the professor and that he just followed me for no reason? I felt weary at this point of not knowing how to defend myself.
"Are you not saying anything because you think you have the right to be quiet?" he asked. He looked frustrated. Then he banged his fist on the table, he stood up and grabbed me by the neck. I was not expecting that from him. No, I thought I would be a little bit safe in police custody.
"Do you know how much trouble your friend already got me into? Then you hurt the favourite grandson of Mr. Grant.."
"Do you have a death wish?" his eyes were red like the devil's. I could not breathe, I felt the air in my lungs being cut off. Tears soiled my eyes, my face felt hot, I knew I was dying. Just then, some officers rushed in and pulled him off me. I could not help but cry, my neck hurts, and I was still short of breath. It took me a while to stabilise my breathing. If not for the officers who rushed in when they did, I'd probably be dead.