Another couple days of court-sitting and listening to testimonies passed. The black feather tattooed onto me seemed strangely fitting considering the circumstances. I was just emerging from the courtroom when I felt myself being thrown back onto the floor. Thankfully there were guards nearby and they pulled my attacker away, and I sat up in surprise.
The lead in Swan Lake, Ryan.
“You killed her! You killed Vera!”
“Why do you care?” I shot back, “Last I checked all you wanted to do was fight with her!”
He struggled against the guards, his face contorting with emotion.
“She was pregnant, with our child. Wanted to abort to save her career. I disagreed. But you...you killed them both before she could even think about it.”
“I didn’t kill anyone.” I hissed, standing up and pushing through the doors.
A few seconds later I was being blinded by cameras and felt various microphones being thrust towards me.
“How does the Ballet feel about the murder?”
“Was pleading insanity the only route?”
“How do you feel about the almost-certain sentencing?”
Reporters. I kept my head down and shoved through them, gritting my teeth. I didn’t see Raphael’s car anywhere but saw Bea’s lemon parked there, and quickly hopped in to escape the flashing.
We roared down the street quickly, out of sight of the press.
“Thanks Bea.” I said breathlessly, rubbing my forehead in fatigue.
She met my eyes in the rearview mirror, but she had a strange expression on her face.
When I realized we had been driving for a while and weren’t heading anywhere remotely towards either of our places I frowned.
“Where are we going?”
She didn’t answer for a few minutes.
“You know that favour you owe me? I’m cashing it in.”
We didn’t talk for the rest of the drive and I had to say I was starting to get a little worried. It really wasn’t the time or place for one of her shenanigans and I was hoping she would be mature enough to realize it.
After maybe an hour and a half we finally pulled over, and I was surprised to see that we were in the wilderness, on the edge of a cliff.
She hopped out and I followed, watching silently as she sat on the hood of her car.
I watched in shock as she bent over, digging her fingers into her scalp and pulled her brown hair away entirely. Bea touched at her eyes and when she lifted her head, I felt my jaw drop.
Her hair was the same white blonde as mine and her eyes matched my pale blue.
“Katarina, you have to know the truth.” She said seriously, before sighing, “I’m not who you think I am.”