Clarissa POV
"I didn't do it! I told you so many times, I. Did. Not. Fucking. Do. It!"
My voice echoed inside this interrogation room as I desperately denied the accusation from this bastard interrogation officer. But the more he questioned me, the angrier I became, because he kept spouting nonsense.
Well, it wasn't really nonsense, but I refused to go to jail. I was too perfect to touch the filthy floor of a jail cell!
I didn't know how I looked at first, until I saw my own reflection in the one-way mirror on the wall.
My eyes were bloodshot. The rims were red, and my face was just as red. I didn't know I could actually make this kind of expression, and I wished I didn't have to.
After all, everyone knew me as the perfect Clarissa Reed, the girl that everyone liked since I was just a kid. Not this monster who pushed her own daughter.
Even if that was the truth, I still had to maintain my purity in front of others somehow.
