Gwen

November 16, 2015 - 8:53 pm

 

The shrieking sirens pierced through the ringing in Gwen’s ears.  It’s amazing how fast the police will show up, even if it seems like no one had called.

Now the fucking neighbors care? Gwen huffed a strong breath while silently cursing the neighbors.  They had always minded their business before, but now it was too late to care.  She heard a different siren pitch bleed through the background and laughed.  He wouldn’t need an ambulance.  It was too late.

“Police! Open up!” The pounding came from the front door.  Damn, they drove fast. Gwen dropped the knife and went to open the door, casually, as if she had been expecting dinner company and not rushed emergency officials.

“How can I help you, officers?” She asked casually, leaning against the door frame.  She clocked a news van setting up in the driveway.  Fucking ambulance chasers, wasting time waiting for trivial news things like this.  Instead of a reply, one officer pushed past her yelling for anyone else in the house to come out of the house, while the other stared at her. The paramedics were steps behind, ready with the gurney.

“You’re too late,” Gwen smirked as they filed past.

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to step outside the house with me while I ask you some questions.” Gwen slid on some sandals she kept by the door and grabbed a jacket from the coat rack.  Crisp fall air was moving into town, and she wasn’t ready for it yet.  The officer guided her to the side of the door, and it seemed like he was positioning her for the best camera angle.

“Ma’am, have you been hurt?”

“No, officer.” He squinted at her and seemed to calculate how to proceed.

“Ma’am, do you know whose blood is on you?”

            “Yes, officer, I do.”

            “Do you care to elaborate?”

            “Not without a lawyer.” The officer gaped at her, she felt the camera crew spot her and zoom in on her.  He was thinking of the next question, as if he were rehearsing the lines through his head when his partner came back out and pulled him aside.  The partner whispered in his ear, shock etched across both their faces.

            “Ma’am, I am currently placing you under arrest.  Please turn around while I read you your Miranda rights.”  Gwen complied quietly while he placed the metal bracelets on her wrists, reciting the commonly known rights. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you.  You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you.  Do you understand these rights as I have given them to you?”

            “Yes, officer.” He led her down her three porch steps, more cameras following her as they made their way to the police cruiser.  The officer carefully dipped her head into the back seat before slamming the door behind her.  Gwen stared out the window as the officer made his way back to the scene, red and blue lights sparkling in her eyes.  Finally, the problem is solved.