Chapter 216: 216. Psychotic Bitch!
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The entire studio burst into murmurs and chatters, the people were shocked, confused and lost. The studio producers were both elated but still very disturbed by the news. This would boost their veiwership ratings. Amanda was so shocked by the news that for a few seconds she was speechless.
"A-are you sure?"
"I couldn't believe it myself at first actually but then the police called me with the most absurd story. It was almost unbelievable that she tried pin everything on me." Patricia stated slowly.
"What do mean by that?" Amanda asked her expression drawn and serious.
"Apparently our friendship was one sided, I couldn't believe it when I heard it at first but..." she placed her bent index finger under her eyes wiping tears. "I shouldn't." She sighed.
"Come on Patricia, you can't leave us hanging. That's not right." Amanda stated.
"I'm sorry but I cannot disclose this information as it is classified with the cops. When they are ready to come to the press with it perhaps you'll invite me back." She said.
"That's bullshit, you just don't want to expose Jessie. Why are you still protecting her? From what you said it sounds as though she threw you under the bus." Amanda replied.
"It doesn't mean I should do same, she is my friend whether or not she considers the same for me." She said, her voice breaking. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I shouldn't cry like this..."
"Oh you poor thing..." Amanda gushed, getting of her seat and walking over to Patricia. Pulling her into a hug.
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"She didn't speak about what I told the cops." Jessie said as she watched the laughable scene before her.
"Do you think she also knows it would do her harm?" Krystal asked from the phone.
"No, if she didn't say it now them we must assume she's saving it for something even worse." Tony said as he placed back and forth Jessie living room.
"But it also incriminates her." Krystal suggested.
"It doesn't, there's no proof she was involved actually. The only thing that ties the Lee's to what happened me is that auction house." She said ruefully.
"What about that cop? You know the detective, he might have something." Krystal suggested.
"She is right, even if it's little as far as it even suggests Patricia was involved you can leave it to your fans to finish the rest." Tony said.
Jessie laughed. "I don't have any fans Tony, not anymore."
"Hey! I'm still here, and though we might not be many we are still here." Krystal said. "You should go see Jamie."
"You really think so?"
"Yea- oh my goodness!" Krystal shrieked.
"What? What?" Jessie asked.
"She posted it, she posted it!"
"What?"
"Your statement, it's all over the internet."
"I don't think it's Patricia." Tony shook his head, this just went online she's still crying on stage.
"It's as simple as telling someone to post it." Krystal replied.
"No, there's a video attached. It a press conference, it's the prosecutor's office." Tony stated.
"Where's that? I can't see it?" Krystal frowned.
"Have you tried watching the news?" Tony said.
With shaky hands Jessie reached out and grabbed the remote, fumbling as she pushed the button.
And just like that, the awful interrogation came back.
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"What nothing to say today? You were pretty confident the last time." The prosecutor scoffed. "Prison tends to have that effect on people, so are you ready to confess?"
"..."
"Why did you kill you driver? We already know you killed that woman, Diana Flores to cover up for your driver. How long did you think you could deceive the cops?" He asked.
"...." She looked down at her hands, trying to calm the trembling, how could she rat out Jason? How could she say this that it does not incriminate Jason?
"Answer me dammit!" He slammed his hands on the desk.
Flinching Jessie looked up at him then looked away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! I never realised how twisted you really are, you really are a terrific actress. You sick, deranged and psychotic bitch!!" He yelled. "Are you going to confess or not?!"
"..."
"Is that it? No comment then? Alright then..." he said walking out of the room. Jessie didn't even get the chance to sigh in relief when he walked back in with his sleeves folded and tie gone, walking towards her with wicked purpose.
He slammed the door as he did and locked it. "Let me explain the situation to you. Look over there" he pointed to the cameras. "It's off." Reaching below the table he turned of the microphone as well. "It just me and you here kitty, you know what happens to bad girls left alone with desperate men?"
"You won't dare touch me." She spat.
"Try me." He walked to her and grabbed her hair, yanking it backwards.
"Aahh!" She cried out.
"Ready it confess you psycho?" He taunted her.
"Let me go you son of a bitch!" She screamed and his grip on tightened. And she could feel the strands of her hair forcefully being ripped out of her scalp. "You can't do this!" She yelled.
"Oh yeah? Go ahead and stop me you sicko! Why did you kill you driver?!" He yelled.
"Ah! Let me go! Please!" She cried as bitter tears streaked down her face. The door began to rattle and before long it was forced open and cops were in to carry him out.
"This isn't over, not in your wildest dreams. You're going to spend the rest of your life in those uniforms if I don't just get you killed. Scum like you shouldn't remain in our society." He spat.
Jessie clutched her head and sobbed quietly for a while, by the time she looked up she saw another prosecutor.
"Here." He handed her a handkerchief.
She eyed him suspiciously before reaching out to collect. "What is this? Good cop bad cop?"
He laughed lightly "nothing of the sort, it's just Dave is pretty competitive and ambitious. We are all eager for this to end."
"Why? It's not as if the press is pressuring you." She sneered.
"Yeah, but we have pressure from someone else, although I have to be grateful the press hasn't gotten a whiff of this." He smiled. "So are you ready to talk?"
"And if I say no?"
"Please Miss Marin, make this easy for us all. And yourself included just tell me the truth." He said.
"The truth?" She asked.
"Yes Miss Marin the truth."
This was the only reason she finally broke and spoke. He was the first person in the entire police station that didn't tell her to confess to her 'murder'. And as much as she knew that her story would be unbelievable they wouldn't let her go without a story.
"Fine I'll tell you everything, I can't provide proof but neither can you guys. So I'll tell you the truth."
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The entire studio burst into murmurs and chatters, the people were shocked, confused and lost. The studio producers were both elated but still very disturbed by the news. This would boost their veiwership ratings. Amanda was so shocked by the news that for a few seconds she was speechless.
"A-are you sure?"
"I couldn't believe it myself at first actually but then the police called me with the most absurd story. It was almost unbelievable that she tried pin everything on me." Patricia stated slowly.
"What do mean by that?" Amanda asked her expression drawn and serious.
"Apparently our friendship was one sided, I couldn't believe it when I heard it at first but..." she placed her bent index finger under her eyes wiping tears. "I shouldn't." She sighed.
"Come on Patricia, you can't leave us hanging. That's not right." Amanda stated.
"I'm sorry but I cannot disclose this information as it is classified with the cops. When they are ready to come to the press with it perhaps you'll invite me back." She said.
"That's bullshit, you just don't want to expose Jessie. Why are you still protecting her? From what you said it sounds as though she threw you under the bus." Amanda replied.
"It doesn't mean I should do same, she is my friend whether or not she considers the same for me." She said, her voice breaking. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I shouldn't cry like this..."
"Oh you poor thing..." Amanda gushed, getting of her seat and walking over to Patricia. Pulling her into a hug.
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"She didn't speak about what I told the cops." Jessie said as she watched the laughable scene before her.
"Do you think she also knows it would do her harm?" Krystal asked from the phone.
"No, if she didn't say it now them we must assume she's saving it for something even worse." Tony said as he placed back and forth Jessie living room.
"But it also incriminates her." Krystal suggested.
"It doesn't, there's no proof she was involved actually. The only thing that ties the Lee's to what happened me is that auction house." She said ruefully.
"What about that cop? You know the detective, he might have something." Krystal suggested.
"She is right, even if it's little as far as it even suggests Patricia was involved you can leave it to your fans to finish the rest." Tony said.
Jessie laughed. "I don't have any fans Tony, not anymore."
"Hey! I'm still here, and though we might not be many we are still here." Krystal said. "You should go see Jamie."
"You really think so?"
"Yea- oh my goodness!" Krystal shrieked.
"What? What?" Jessie asked.
"She posted it, she posted it!"
"What?"
"Your statement, it's all over the internet."
"I don't think it's Patricia." Tony shook his head, this just went online she's still crying on stage.
"It's as simple as telling someone to post it." Krystal replied.
"No, there's a video attached. It a press conference, it's the prosecutor's office." Tony stated.
"Where's that? I can't see it?" Krystal frowned.
"Have you tried watching the news?" Tony said.
With shaky hands Jessie reached out and grabbed the remote, fumbling as she pushed the button.
And just like that, the awful interrogation came back.
**************************************************
"What nothing to say today? You were pretty confident the last time." The prosecutor scoffed. "Prison tends to have that effect on people, so are you ready to confess?"
"..."
"Why did you kill you driver? We already know you killed that woman, Diana Flores to cover up for your driver. How long did you think you could deceive the cops?" He asked.
"...." She looked down at her hands, trying to calm the trembling, how could she rat out Jason? How could she say this that it does not incriminate Jason?
"Answer me dammit!" He slammed his hands on the desk.
Flinching Jessie looked up at him then looked away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! I never realised how twisted you really are, you really are a terrific actress. You sick, deranged and psychotic bitch!!" He yelled. "Are you going to confess or not?!"
"..."
"Is that it? No comment then? Alright then..." he said walking out of the room. Jessie didn't even get the chance to sigh in relief when he walked back in with his sleeves folded and tie gone, walking towards her with wicked purpose.
He slammed the door as he did and locked it. "Let me explain the situation to you. Look over there" he pointed to the cameras. "It's off." Reaching below the table he turned of the microphone as well. "It just me and you here kitty, you know what happens to bad girls left alone with desperate men?"
"You won't dare touch me." She spat.
"Try me." He walked to her and grabbed her hair, yanking it backwards.
"Aahh!" She cried out.
"Ready it confess you psycho?" He taunted her.
"Let me go you son of a bitch!" She screamed and his grip on tightened. And she could feel the strands of her hair forcefully being ripped out of her scalp. "You can't do this!" She yelled.
"Oh yeah? Go ahead and stop me you sicko! Why did you kill you driver?!" He yelled.
"Ah! Let me go! Please!" She cried as bitter tears streaked down her face. The door began to rattle and before long it was forced open and cops were in to carry him out.
"This isn't over, not in your wildest dreams. You're going to spend the rest of your life in those uniforms if I don't just get you killed. Scum like you shouldn't remain in our society." He spat.
Jessie clutched her head and sobbed quietly for a while, by the time she looked up she saw another prosecutor.
"Here." He handed her a handkerchief.
She eyed him suspiciously before reaching out to collect. "What is this? Good cop bad cop?"
He laughed lightly "nothing of the sort, it's just Dave is pretty competitive and ambitious. We are all eager for this to end."
"Why? It's not as if the press is pressuring you." She sneered.
"Yeah, but we have pressure from someone else, although I have to be grateful the press hasn't gotten a whiff of this." He smiled. "So are you ready to talk?"
"And if I say no?"
"Please Miss Marin, make this easy for us all. And yourself included just tell me the truth." He said.
"The truth?" She asked.
"Yes Miss Marin the truth."
This was the only reason she finally broke and spoke. He was the first person in the entire police station that didn't tell her to confess to her 'murder'. And as much as she knew that her story would be unbelievable they wouldn't let her go without a story.
"Fine I'll tell you everything, I can't provide proof but neither can you guys. So I'll tell you the truth."
The entire studio burst into murmurs and chatters, the people were shocked, confused and lost. The studio producers were both elated but still very disturbed by the news. This would boost their veiwership ratings. Amanda was so shocked by the news that for a few seconds she was speechless."A-are you sure?""I couldn't believe it myself at first actually but then the police called me with the most absurd story. It was almost unbelievable that she tried pin everything on me." Patricia stated slowly."What do mean by that?" Amanda asked her expression drawn and serious."Apparently our friendship was one sided, I couldn't believe it when I heard it at first but..." she placed her bent index finger under her eyes wiping tears. "I shouldn't." She sighed."Come on Patricia, you can't leave us hanging. That's not right." Amanda stated."I'm sorry but I cannot disclose this information as it is classified with the cops. When they are ready to come to the press with it perhaps you'll invite me back." She said."That's bullshit, you just don't want to expose Jessie. Why are you still protecting her? From what you said it sounds as though she threw you under the bus." Amanda replied."It doesn't mean I should do same, she is my friend whether or not she considers the same for me." She said, her voice breaking. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I shouldn't cry like this...""Oh you poor thing..." Amanda gushed, getting of her seat and walking over to Patricia. Pulling her into a hug.**************************************************"She didn't speak about what I told the cops." Jessie said as she watched the laughable scene before her."Do you think she also knows it would do her harm?" Krystal asked from the phone."No, if she didn't say it now them we must assume she's saving it for something even worse." Tony said as he placed back and forth Jessie living room."But it also incriminates her." Krystal suggested."It doesn't, there's no proof she was involved actually. The only thing that ties the Lee's to what happened me is that auction house." She said ruefully."What about that cop? You know the detective,he might have something." Krystal suggested."She is right, even if it's little as far as it even suggests Patricia was involved you can leave it to your fans to finish the rest." Tony said.Jessie laughed. "I don't have any fans Tony, not anymore.""Hey! I'm still here, and though we might not be many we are still here." Krystal said. "You should go see Jamie.""You really think so?""Yea- oh my goodness!" Krystal shrieked."What? What?" Jessie asked."She posted it, she posted it!""What?""Your statement, it's all over the internet.""I don't think it's Patricia." Tony shook his head, this just went online she's still crying on stage."It's as simple as telling someone to post it." Krystal replied."No, there's a video attached. It a press conference, it's the prosecutor's office." Tony stated."Where's that? I can't see it?" Krystal frowned."Have you tried watching the news?" Tony said.With shaky hands Jessie reached out and grabbed the remote, fumbling as she pushed the button.And just like that, the awful interrogation came back.**************************************************"What nothing to say today? You were pretty confident the last time." The prosecutor scoffed. "Prison tends to have that effect on people, so are you ready to confess?""...""Why did you kill you driver? We already know you killed that woman, Diana Flores to cover up for your driver. How long did you think you could deceive the cops?" He asked."...." She looked down at her hands, trying to calm the trembling, how could she rat out Jason? How could she say this that it does not incriminate Jason?"Answer me dammit!" He slammed his hands on the desk.Flinching Jessie looked up at him then looked away."What the hell is wrong with you?! I never realised how twisted you really are, you really are a terrific actress. You sick, deranged and psychotic bitch!!" He yelled. "Are you going to confess or not?!""...""Is that it? No comment then? Alright then..." he said walking out of the room. Jessie didn't even get the chance to sigh in relief when he walked back in with his sleeves folded and tie gone, walking towards her with wicked purpose.He slammed the door as he did and locked it. "Let me explain the situation to you. Look over there" he pointed to the cameras. "It's off." Reaching below the table he turned of the microphone as well. "It just me and you here kitty, you know what happens to bad girls left alone with desperate men?""You won't dare touch me." She spat."Try me." He walked to her and grabbed her hair, yanking it backwards."Aahh!" She cried out."Ready it confess you psycho?" He taunted her."Let me go you son of a bitch!" She screamed and his grip on tightened. And she could feel the strands of her hair forcefully being ripped out of her scalp. "You can't do this!" She yelled."Oh yeah? Go ahead and stop me you sicko! Why did you kill you driver?!" He yelled."Ah! Let me go! Please!" She cried as bitter tears streaked down her face. The door began to rattle and before long it was forced open and cops were in to carry him out."This isn't over, not in your wildest dreams. You're going to spend the rest of your life in those uniforms if I don't just get you killed. Scum like you shouldn't remain in our society." He spat.Jessie clutched her head and sobbed quietly for a while, by the time she looked up she saw another prosecutor."Here." He handed her a handkerchief.She eyed him suspiciously before reaching out to collect. "What is this? Good cop bad cop?"He laughed lightly "nothing of the sort, it's just Dave is pretty competitive and ambitious. We are all eager for this to end.""Why? It's not as if the press is pressuring you." She sneered."Yeah, but we have pressure from someone else, although I have to be grateful the press hasn't gotten a whiff of this." He smiled. "So are you ready to talk?""And if I say no?""Please Miss Marin, make this easy for us all. And yourself included just tell me the truth." He said."The truth?" She asked."Yes Miss Marin the truth."This was the only reason she finally broke and spoke. He was the first person in the entire police station that didn't tell her to confess to her 'murder'. And as much as she knew that her story would be unbelievable they wouldn't let her go without a story."Fine I'll tell you everything, I can't provide proof but neither can you guys. So I'll tell you the truth."
