Chapter one: Just great luck!
Deena had sat in the empty room. How had it turned so bad? She had not expected any of it at all. She had wandered how it was that luck can run out so quick, and for her in the course of a day?
The day previous had been the luckiest and best day every, only for the worst unluckiest day to follow. Things had been a little tense after the police visit, but they seemed to get better. She had finally thought that she was in the clear, although she was always innocent. The last question she expected to hear was, "Will you marry me?"
Hadley, her boyfriend of ten years, and best friend of eighteen years had went down on one knee, in the park. There had been so many people there clapping as she sunk to her knees; pale cheeks glowing red, and long brunette hair swaying in the air.
"Yes!" She had said. She didn't need to think about it. She had known for ages that Hadley was the one she would grow up with. He had always been there as a shoulder to cry on, and someone who gave her his undivided attention. He would practically kneel at her feet like a knight, and stay there for however long she wanted him too. She loved Hadley dear. He was ever so loyal!
Martie had also come home. Deena had missed her older sister terribly. She had decided to go live in New York, when she got pregnant, but the baby had turned two months old. Although Martie had left Brad, her husband, she was still majorly happy to see her, and little Dea. That had been the icing on top of a triple chocolate marshmallow cake. Martie had named her baby after her. The cherry had been that she asked Deena to be godmother.
'This day won't get better?' Deena had wandered to herself, hoping that it would and she would be wrong, but that was the end to her luck.
Knock! A massive thud on the front door.
Yes! Her luck had ended with a knock on the door. She had been on the phone. She simply had to tell everyone about the wedding.
'I'm coming!" She had shouted, as she approached the door. She had opened it, and to her surprise stood two men. And not just two ordinary men, but two police men, one with hand cuffs in his hand.
"Deena Millington you are accused for the murder of Percy Stance. You do not have to say anything, but whatever you say may be used against you in court."